Mid Night Scribbles

“No plough Stops for the dying man” : My take on Identity

Identity. I’ve always struggled with this word. Is identity something that we create on our own or is decided by the labels that others infuse on us? I come from a diversified family. My grandmother a Punjaban. My grandfather a Brahmin. My mom a Russian who follows Christianity and my dad, who kinda follows both… Continue reading “No plough Stops for the dying man” : My take on Identity

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An Instagram Story

*typing this true story at 3:08 am in the night while sipping some tea 'cause late night vulnerable emotions and thoughts are the purest form of one's self.     I started this blog in December, 2015. It was the outcome of a discussion I had with a friend on a troubled night. You know,… Continue reading An Instagram Story