I, a walker in a maze of life, got trapped in a random mirror placed by a stranger, in which I can only see myself looking at him and his bare back, which never turned towards me.

It starts with a simple thought: "I'll do it later." The 'later' which never comes even when hours pass, or even days, and the task...

On a sunny Sunday afternoon, imagine having the best weekend in a while: the laundry done, no Monday meeting pressure, breakfast in bed,...

Have you ever felt like a pink unicorn in a world of gray horses? Out of place, beautifully different—yet utterly alone?

Ever been in a situation where you meant to say something else but people took you in a way that even you can't think of?

What's your specialty?