The real middle class India that has always been looking for a voice that is its very own. I write about it because I belong to it.

Certificates from top US universities adorned the walls like tiger head in a hunter’s home.

The real middle class India that has always been looking for a voice that is its very own. I write about it because I belong to it.

I m human, I m not perfect. Although, I make mistakes all the time.

When you fly high people will throw stones at you. Don't look down. Just fly higher so the stones won't reach you

Nothing soothes an upset Punjabi like dairy products.

I suddenly leaned forward,bringing my face close to hers.catching her breath,stifling that laugh and pink tongue,she watched me wide-eyed.I removed the wallet from my back pocket and sat down casually again. "What happened?" I asked idly. "I thought...never mind".She blinked. Ha,gotcha