Do you also hate dead ends as much as I do? What is it about them that you hate? Is it that blank, insipid look of the wall at the end? The dreary cracks in the plaster? The old, worn-out red bricks visible at the surface? Tell me, because I hate dead ends too. And…
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That smile
As gullible as it may sound, it is the one reason that gets me to the beach every evening, in this faraway Turkish town. That smile. Everyday at sunset, she passes me, running in the opposite direction, as I am halfway through my run. And for one split second, our eyes meet and I catch…

A hundred years
“You die from the inside, outwards,” I have always heard him say. “You don’t simply die of old age one fine day. You begin to die from within. When you lose your passion. Your purpose.” It must be true. Especially if it comes from a person who is nearly hundred. That is a long, long…

Ten steps
What is coconut chutney without the flavour of curry leaves, I think to myself, as I put a spoonful in my mouth from the disposable paper plate in my hand. The plate feels warm on my palm. There is a nip in the air, the sun is just rising and the steaming Upma tastes like…