●●● STORY : And the doors were shut. ●●●

Lying there in pain, lurking with his eyes, he was yet full of hopes. The hope that the mistress for whom he used to be a dear of, would turn her side atleast for once to command, to say fetch, to pat for the least.

“Moti had always been a dear dog to Namita ever since she took him home, a month after her marriage . Nakul, her husband, was not much into the doggy adoration. However it was the prettiest smile on her face and the childish plea everytime that made him take Moti to the park or to make him do his business regularly.
Time gradually shaped by and eventually the couple had started considering Moti as their child and why not! As they say, devoid of a child, one’s parenting lust can only be quenched by a dog.
So the days passed by and sooner there were less of the complaints and more of content. The couple got it’s own child in the form of Moti.

The family of three would now go to the parks, the cafes or even the gym together alike every other family. And Moti, what to say about him. He was living not less than the life of a prince.
Life was exactly rolling smoothly as a rolling pin rolls over a nicely buttered piece of bread until that event.

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●● Life Lessons : It is what it is ●●

Life is such that it’s not easy to explain what’s going on. There is no answer for any what why how. It’s like the ultimate unquestionable fate written, rather carved deeply into the ever perpetual creases of your palms. ‎ Are you not loving the life you are living! Think again. Because, in most of the cases, it is more of the outward reflection generally.. … Continue reading ●● Life Lessons : It is what it is ●●

Namma Bengaluru

Every city has its own rhythm and tempo. While some have life, rolling and rocking, all chirpy with their own culture and stories galore – some of them have a super romantic weather. But a very few of them are blessed with a combination of the above two. Bengaluru is one such city.

I’m sure each one of us would have discovered a unique, a best part about our city, upon which we can feel proud – by now. But, it’s not always the usual hill stations or the far off sea coasts, that one vouches for when it comes to vacationing. Sometimes we just want to sit back and relax all cozy and comfy, with our kind of people – our friends, to dwell into the college nostalgia. One such city with a very familiar aura is Bengaluru.


Every time a plane lands over the city’s Kempegowda Airport, a swarm of excited feelings occupies one’s gut; with flashes of bygone days of parties and celebrations flickering like an old film reel. No matter what time of the year it is, the city never fails to mesmerize with its urban-ish charm.

We often ask ourselves, what’s in a name. Well for Bengaluru, we dare not. The name itself expands so beautifully, which is more than enough for anybody else to describe it the way it does. Here it goes..

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