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...

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...

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...

A visit to Red Fort. Dilli is being missed, those streets, the people, the life, the rickshaw rides, the metro...writes Manan Kathuria.

I was sitting on a bench which must have seen so many generations, so many days, so many months, so many years...read more - Manan Kathuria.

This shop that has seen Khan Market being built right in front of it, was now serving food and snacks. Read more on Manan Kathuria's Journal

I knew the stars will align again and I’ll be visiting the place where I left a part of my heart, the very first time I visited it...

Taj Mahal; who doesn’t know about this? The world comes to see this epitome of beauty where love resides forever. But, I never understood...

It’s 27 December, Ghalib Saab’s birthday today. Janamdin Mubarak ho! ‘I’m here Ghalib saab. Wake up, I’ve found you.' writes Manan Kathuria.