Stop Scrolling: What 140 Characters Did to the Way We Think
You probably won't finish this, and that's precisely the problem. We've gone from broadsheets you opened with both arms to videos shorter than a sneeze, and somewhere in the shrinking, our attention quietly changed hands. But this isn't a lament for the long read. It's a closer look at what the 140-character world actually did to the way we think, what spreads fastest, and why saying less has always been the harder, braver craft. Stay a moment. It's worth asking whether brevity really made us shallow, or simply found us out.
Letter to Daddy
On Father's Day, and on the eve of his birthday on Zaistha Ashtami, a daugh
Peppa Pig to F1: A Father’s Journey with His Girl
From Peppa Pig marathons to Formula 1 weekends, this is a quiet story of tr
Oxymoronic Paradoxical Matrix
What if the questions you've been desperately seeking answers to were never
Haakh
Far from Kashmir, in a modest Chandigarh garden, a physics teacher finds hi
It All Comes Full Circle. Exit The Circle Now…
A deeply personal reflection on duality, identity, and spiritual awakening,
Listening Heals
A simple act, often overlooked, listening holds the power to heal, connect,
In Focus
Crayons to Chromosomes: Navigating Toddlers and Cell Lines
For Indian women building scientific careers far from home, motherhood and research aren't separate worlds, they're woven together into one demanding, grace-filled life. Postdoctoral researcher Moksha Laxmi writes from inside that balance: lab notes and lunchboxes, data analysis and bedtime stories, all in a single day. Without the extended family network that anchors Indian households, she finds unexpected resilience, leans on a partner who shares every late-night worry, and watches institutions slowly make room for academic parents. And with twins, every joy and challenge simply arrives doubled.
Editor's Desk
The Accomplice
A wedding, a borrowed bicycle ride, ten rupees spent on gol gappas, and a secret kept between cousins. In this memoir, Sheetal Raina remembers the cousins who were her first accomplices: the fights, the fierce loyalty, the pickle raided from under a grandmother's bed, and the world that vanished when the family left the valley. Then, decades later, she watches one grieving child comfort another, and sees the whole inheritance arrive again, unannounced, in the next generation.


