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Longing for heartsease, I signed up for the FUEL Human Festival as soon as I saw Deepak Ramola’s Instagram post, in the midst of my IBDP Examinations. However nervous, I penned down my application to venture to a place brimming with the rays of hope surrounded by like-minded people. An absurd idea for the consensus to attend the Festival resonating…

Find your purpose and find your passion, they say. I always wondered what that meant. I always wondered what purpose I am born for. After reading countless self-help articles and watching innumerable TEDx videos, I started believing that doing social work to help people who do not have the same privileges as I do is my purpose in life. After…

Even now, when I travel in public buses, I raise my hand quietly for the conductor's attention. I never yell at him to get my ticket. I try to be as insignificant as possible, as invisible as possible to the naked eye as long as my work gets done. I know I deviate from practices essential to sustain life in…

“You’re a warrior. Warriors don’t give up and they don’t back down. Pick up your sword and fight.” This is a line that will always remind me of this wonderful person I'd met a year back. I still remember the day. It was 11th December 2017. I was waiting in the surgical ward of a renowned hospital in Johor Bahru,…

It shook me like a bad dream. I remember going through days, just hoping that it isn't real and anxious that any moment then, I would get a call or a text and it would all be better for good. I remember crying myself to sleep every single night and being scared of falling asleep, dreading my own dreams. I…

“At the stroke of the midnight hour, as the world sleeps...” a loudspeaker chirped somewhere outside. A nation was being born, the doctor informed us silently in stark darkness as it was probably an unwanted child. I was sitting right in the labour room listening to the suppressed moaning and despair of my motherland, somewhere on the newly drafted border…

I remember 2009, when maasi used to drag me along to Karol Bagh, Delhi to buy me gifts without any reason. Because, aren't aunts the most adorable ever? And me being extremely fond of this particular aunt, I was plain biased about her. (For who wouldn't love her with all the pampering and gifts!) But then for almost the next…

Dear Junior, I see you’re playing your favourite song on loop in your iPod—4th generation. Well, enjoy it; for soon, they’ll both be outdated—your iPod and the playlist on it. Pst, you have a new message from a friend on your Nokia phone. But you have not realized it yet since it doesn’t ping as much. Enjoy your text-only days.…

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