It’s that time of the year again, rather that time of life, where nostalgia is everywhere to be…

Ok, so it’s been three decades that this bottle has been filling up, gradually to its brim, sealed all around by the toughened glass and secured by this ball-valve mechanism that only allows an inward flow. It is now full to its top, and the water is even beginning to leak around the cork on a…

Here I am, on the verge of bidding the much dreaded, half-heartedly awaited and the overhyped thirtieth year of my life. Also here I am, feeling not much wiser than my 20-year old self! This after all those years of living amongst strangers…

One of those evenings when you just can’t think of anything else – for me that only means one thing – a glass of scotch, simply put, neat or on the rocks. That’s as neat life should ever be- clear and smooth, getting you on an unparalleled high, no mixing of…