A walk through Hardwald state park in Basel reveals a stark forest with many felled trees.
A royal republic day rant on what makes us proud to be Indian. Is it the colour of our clothes? Signs and symbols? Or is it something deeper?
A poem about a girl who was betrayed by every person that should have been there for her.
As I graduate from keeping plants alive to propagating them, I realise that the joy i experience is not unlike what God the eternal gardener feels for us.
We are all racing towards death and extinction and that’s scary as heck! Here’s my doomsday survival kit and other questions that need to be asked.
My journey of discovering the surprising equation of love, my motivations, what it means to be hurt and how to overcome it.
I wrote this poem to talk about that feeling of loneliness – a topic that is close to my heart. I’ve known it, and it’s a destroyer.
When the frustrations of filling a voters application form make you think you won’t be able to vote in the 2019 Indian elections!
A black and white perspective of the Swiss Alps from my train window.
Some time ago I wrote about How I Became A Plant Person. Well, a few months into this