I flew. My feet dangled in the air. A patchwork of farms and trees spread below me, carpeting the mountains and hills from the snowy Annapurna range in the north to Phewa Tal lake in the south. The sun was high in the sky at noon; the lake glistened, bathed[...]

“And what would you really like to do?” I was asked by the interviewer. “Well truth be told, I would really like to pursue photography,” I replied, a bit too arrogantly. “No. Let me rephrase. What do you really want to do?” I looked back through books of my thoughts, jotted[...]

I did it. Finally. After months and months of complaining about social media — and this is from someone who works in the media industry — I decided to put my cynical self to the test and deprive myself of everything digital (with the exception of WhatsApp, which serves to[...]

I am not doing things right, yet, I believe, what I am doing is necessary. Or, perhaps, it is simply the matter of being too involved to come up with a fresh, or different, solution. What I am talking about here is my workaholism. The irony of things is that[...]

If there is one thing that would annoy any blogger – or a writer on any medium, for that matter – is the arduous feeling of being encumbered with the weight of thoughts colliding with confusion; you know you have to write before losing your grip on the last shreds of sanity[...]