Journal

A tryst with Delhi’s Safdarjung Tomb.

Have you ever felt that the day is not going according to the way you want it to? ‘A lot of times’, I said to myself too. ‘Not a good...

A Dilli Day after Twosday.

I was on a break but life was moving. It was the day after twosday, when I embarked upon a journey to Dilli. A walk around my favourite...

Startup Kunji: My Father's Dream Book.

Startup Kunji: It’s a dream book. His dream book. My father’s dream book is out for the world now. This is where his world revolved. And...

Chronicles of Dal Lake’s Houseboat, Srinagar.

It was dusk. Nothing was more beautiful than this. Trust me, nothing. I was on a shikara ride, on my way to the Houseboat in Dal Lake...

A memoir from my life: Kashmir.

“Agar firdaus bar roo-e zameen ast, Hameen ast-o hameen ast-o hameen ast.” I never thought I would be able to make it to Kashmir...Read more

The Serai of Nurmahal, Punjab, India.

Art finds the artist. Artist finds the art. The bond brings each other close. They meet. The Serai of Nurmahal, Punjab, India - Manan

Lonely benches of Delhi at Sunder Nursery.

A world around nature, a world around flying pigeons, falling leaves, feathers on the ground, mysteries and melancholy all around...

Two, mostly two-gether at 32nd Avenue, Gurgaon.

A Winter afternoon. A very cold day. A picturesque place which looks like Paris, Italy or Germany. I haven’t been anywhere out of these...

A day of my life: My Second Home, Faqir Chand Book Store, Khan Market.

3 weeks, it had been more than 3 weeks, that I felt something was missing, a void, a longing for something. I knew what it was. I asked...

Manto Sahab: Mere dost, Mere dushman.

18 January, 1955 you left this world. After 45 years, I was born. 19 years after that, I was introduced to you at Daryaganj’s Big Book...