Fashion-An Experience

Both me and my co intern were given an assignment which included a Press conference succeeded by a Fashion event. The third day of work saw us interviewing ex Miss India and pretty models from Brazil and USA... :)
The story beacame a part of HT City Lucknow.

Writing Goes Professional..

It was in May 2010 that I did my first official write up as an intern for Hindustan Times. The first day of work saw me interviewing a debutant ... and my first official story became a part of HT City Lucknow!!

Routine Given A Thought...

This prose was taken to be a part of my college magazine...its a careless piece otherwise.

A Glass full Of Nostalgia-My mirror defines.

This was an abstract piece of work which made a column in Garhwal Post, a journal published from Dehradun and circulated in the state of Uttarakhand.

Celebrating Science!!

Science taking toll on me!!!


This poetry was carried in Sahara Time, a national weekly publication.

Poetry dissolves Prose evolves!!

It was after my immemorable trip to the Nanda Devi Biosphere that the idea of working on a prose struck me. We were out on a documentary shoot with our camera unit from Delhi. I worked as a camera assistant for the film under the guidance of my Dad, who was handling the project.

This creative piece became a part of 'The Bells', the annual magazine of the school I studied in.

Faded friedships..Faded Footprints

This poetry was written in typical teenage depression...when friendship seemed to be the most important ingredient of a happy life.

Observing The Colours Of Life...

When I began observing the inevitable truth of changing moods....

Enlightened By A Word So true...

Adolescence often comes with amplified self sympathy... Don't know about you all, but I did pity myself for unknown reasons...as if the worst in the world had come down upon me....
Another poetry published in "The Teenager"

Too deep on Remembrance...

Poetry for "The Teenager"

The language Shift...

I was thirteen... I was a teenager....and Hindi as a language began mesmerizing me...out of the blue!!! I chose to write in this language ...to ease my dissatisfied and complex adolescent heart.

This poetry was written to lament the deterioration of the dying Nainital lake.It was chosen as one of the best poems in a poetry competiton organised by one of the esteemed Hindi news papers.

Changing hues...as a Teenager

Writng poetry seemed to be the best way to to vent out all my emotions...As a teenager,I sure was vulnerable. Every little thing made me write a poetry.


This piece was for "The Teenager"..a National youth magazine published from Mumbai,to which I subscribed as a student.

Writing to Remember

I began writing to be read ...at the age of 8. Remembering my little flying squirrel who gave me memories to cherish for a life time.....