Glass Half Untouched

The classroom was filled with students. It had been just 1 month since this school had started. The students still sat in their packs. Some ice-breaking sessions were needed to resolve this groupism in the class. The whole purpose of this school was gathering students from diverse backgrounds, helping them acknowledge their diversity and uniqueness, and come up with a united group of wise young adults. Their class teacher believed that this ice-breaking will happen soon. Rather, it would begin in this very class. He wanted the students to get over the fear of the elephant in the room but we will talk about it later. While they were all sitting in the class, chitchatting amidst themselves, a tiger walked into the classroom. Everyone bowed down saying,” Good morning, Rama Sir!” Rama, the tiger was one of the senior animals in the jungle and had been conducting this class for past one month. As the sound of “good morning, sir” echoed in the jungle, informing everyone that yet anoth...

When you take a left turn from Wakad Bridge, somehow your heart goes into hibernate mode. You are ready for a mechanical day ahead. Driving through the Hinjawadi traffic, when you look out the window of your bus, your mind always wanders off. What you see outside your window is like the ads that feature before a YouTube video. Not important! The only time when you are compelled to watch the scene outside your window is when the bus stops somewhere longer than usual. If you are an employee at Hinjawadi and your bus is not in a state of motion for a long time, some kind of alarm goes off. Your wandering mind comes back on track.  While going home this evening, something similar happened. My bus stopped at the signal longer than usual. The alarm went off and I immediately started analyzing why my bus was not moving. A rickety roadside sugarcane juice shop outside the window caught my attention. A 3-year-old was stacking sugarcanes in the machine. First look at that picture le...

Before I start this blog, I would like to thank a few important people. All those beautiful beings who inspired these stories... My beautiful Ladakhis...because Ladakh is where this started and we shared this magical journey together... My go-to proofreaders, Jyoti Rana, Kanika Srivastava, Nikita Gagneja, Izabel Thomas, Harshavardhan Kamat for making me look decent... All the sweethearts who have read these stories and given their valuable feedbacks... My family. They are "my precious"!!!

I am an engineer and a mental health social worker. Needless to say, I am constantly learning, unlearning, and relearning and I love every part of it!  This blog is a bunch of short stories about people, incidences, or happenings around me or just my thoughts that I couldn't help but jot down.