September 24 Design department, 10PM Arzoo steps out of the department to head back to hostel, but much to her dismay, she couldn't find her cycle. She searched the place for any trace of her cycle, did manage to spot a similar brown-colored Avon Zumba, and calls Upasna to check if it was hers. Arzoo's … Continue reading It is my cycle… not (?)
Author: Peppermint and Popsicles
Just a couple of one-liners and funny dialogues I hear and have to have to HAVE TO make note of and preserve for posterity. You know... for a good laugh every now and then. Will keep updating it. Upasna: Why is there always a 'Father of something' but never a 'Mother of something'? Like we have … Continue reading Soup-ma
Bruised and shaken. Fear reigned supreme. The end is near… … or is it? A sense of calmness takes over. Something inside stirred. And slowly, yet surely, the phoenix rises from its ashes.
Lately I've been so caught up reading articles on Medium and Sidebar that I've completely ignored posting on this blog for over a month now. When I happened to re-read one of the posts detailing our night trek, I knew I simply had to get back to writing. And so, here I am - back … Continue reading Sighness, Sinus
A while back I was pondering what drove me to choose design. Read on to know more.
LONG POST ALERT! After a gazillion not-so-successful attempts at organizing a decent trip, we finally had one materialize despite so many odds stacked against us. I'd been ranting to anyone who would listen about how I needed to go someplace new and when the opportunity came up, I just couldn't let it pass. Enter Gunashree, my … Continue reading Wind, water, adventurously ever after
With Artificial Intelligence being the buzzword of the decade, we have self-driven cars, self-learning robots, self-learning intelligent everything flooding our newsfeed on a daily basis. Newspaper articles titled 'Robots will be smarter than man,' make me wonder if that is indeed possible. Have we ever stopped to ponder that it was the human brain that … Continue reading Postage stamps, plumbing and perspective