Working with your own family can feel like the safest and most natural path. It offers trust, familiarity, and a sense of continuity. You step into something that already belongs to you, something built by people who care about you.…
This was my second trip to the Udupi coastal region and somehow, it felt like coming back to a story that was still writing itself. Unlike the last time, I decided to take a bus from Belagavi to Brahmavara,a small…
After a long time, I spoke to my old college roommate and a dearest friend, Javith. We hadn’t caught up in years. But one short conversation was all it took for a flood of memories to come rushing back, memories…
I recently caught up with a childhood friend..Just one of those casual, overdue catch-ups. We talked about life, work, the usual things… and somewhere along the way, we started reminiscing about the Janmashtami celebrations we used to organize as kids…
Some trips are about the sights. Some, about the people. And then there are those rare ones, quiet, unscheduled journeys that leave you full, without trying too hard….That was Miraj for me. My recent two-day trip to Miraj was my…
Reflections from a conversation that stayed with me. A thought that sneaked in during a conversation. We were sitting with Mr. Kamal Pasha (Founder of Golden Group)the kind of person who doesn’t speak to impress, but when he does speak,…
There’s a saying in Karnataka: “Where there’s a coast, there’s a Shetty.” And trust me, I didn’t make that up after this trip—but I might as well have. Because from the ghats of Yellapur to the steep bends of Agumbe,…
Some trips are planned with checklists. And some just crack open unexpectedly—like an egg in Namakkal. Now, for those unaware, Namakkal is not just a dot on the map of Tamil Nadu—it’s the egg capital of India.If a humble egg…
You haven’t truly lived in Delhi if you haven’t planned your entire Sunday around one plate of Chole Bhature.And by “one plate,” I obviously mean three. It starts with that familiar morning feeling—not hunger, no. Guilt. The guilt of last…
Ah, Delhi. The only city where your social life can peak in the front seat of a Honda City, parked under a flyover with four dudes, three disposable glasses, and one bottle of Old Monk lovingly wrapped in newspaper. Welcome…