A Dreamer's Dreams

The ladder I climbed for years turned out to lean on a crumbling wall; every rung a quiet bargain paid in compromise and pain. I stepped awa...

Today, I am not just bidding farewell to the year 2025, but also to the people I have worked alongside for the past four and a half years. W...

I knew the texture of my days there— the familiar components of the table, the weight of the chair, I knew what tomorrow would ask of me. I ...

When I picture winters in Duliajan, the first thing that blooms in my mind is a riot of Chrysanthemums and Dahlias—so many colours, so many ...

Duliajan will always hold a piece of my soul. I remember the many rainy days—how I would watch from the window, mesmerized by the gulmohar a...

I was savoring a bowl of rice flakes with dried berries softened in curd when a loose chain of thoughts began to unfurl. It started with the...

Today, as I drifted through a random playlist, Jason Mraz’s “I Won’t Give Up” began to play—an unexpected melody slicing through the monoto...