Osho’s Book of Man

I never imagined I’d find a book that I liked and disliked in equal measure. But then I read “The Book of Man” by Osho. He’s a famous Indian godman, and until a few moments ago, I didn’t know he was also a dead man.

A mother regrets

Alison switched on the television, and international news came on. An Indian reporter spoke in grave tones as she stood in front…

What’s the point of attending a wedding?

It’s not the first time that I’ve wondered or written about this, and yet every time I…

From apprehension to appreciation

I never liked the idea of travelling to or living in Bangalore. From what I had heard, the city is so full of corporates and colleges, with traffic unmoving and pollution unforgiving.

Doing more of what you love

Photography, nowadays, is thriving as a hobby. I look around and every other Tom and Dick seems to have a…

To parents

Parenting is hard, and I know this because I have great parents. I’ve seen my parents manage to have meat on the table despite struggling…

Reading now

Books never cease to amaze. I’m reading such a book at the moment — one that came with trusted recommendation. I’ve been reading it far…

Seeking change

Brainwashed by high-paying jobs, early marriages, and supposed happiness lifelong, Jose’s parents wanted the same for him. They…

Realities

Excitement swelled within her as she grasped the paper in her hand. She had worked hard enough, toiled long enough, and spent more than…

Out in the open

Fancy french windows —

an illusion of freedom