A city whose name tugs the strings of my heart wherever I go… — My life started in a city where places are systematically called by numbers. But it is a city of chaotic neighborhoods, legends, and long-forgotten buildings that I tend to call — home. I have wandered through the chaos that is Chandni Chowk; marveled at the ruins of Mehrauli; scouted the…

A case to tempt you to fall in love with her poetry — I discovered Mary Oliver’s work as an epigraph to Cheryl Strayed’s popular memoir, “Wild” in 2017: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?” It is the final couplet of “The Summer Day,” Oliver’s most famous poem. I remember feeling a…

Albeit long-musings of an avid book reader — Struggling for over a week with my inherent urge to write a “perfect” article. Scrolling through articles on “Medium Writing 101” for a blockbuster debut. An impending impostor syndrome. I finally decided to let go of those inhibitions. I would be using this space to question my own biases —…