Hello, kind wanderer —

By day, I chase headlines.
By heart, I chase stories.

Ever since I was small enough to disappear behind a book, I’ve dreamt of spinning worlds — with Tagore’s grace, Austen’s wit, Premchand’s soul, and a dash of Rowling’s mischief. Journalism became my compass. But fiction… fiction is home. Always has been.

This blog is my in-between.
A pocket of stillness in a noisy world.
A place where words aren’t rushed — they meander, stretch, nap in metaphors, and sometimes dance barefoot across the page.

You’ll find here:
Musings and murmurs. Kahaniyaan and kisse.
Snippets of imagined lives, and stories my own life left in my pockets.
Nothing too polished. Nothing too planned. Just little truths wrapped in whimsy.

And as for who’s writing this?
Well — like in all good fables, some names are better left in the folds of the story.

It’s mine. But if you’ve found your way here — it’s yours too.
Come in. Take a word. Leave one behind.