A midnight jog around the neighbourhood wasn't something of a rare occurrence for Kabir Bakshi, but on the night of 18th June 2014, he too had to sneak out of his home, like other youngsters his age. He had learned not to wake his parents up, his keys and wallets were already in his pockets... Continue Reading →
The Prestige of a Higher Morality
Back in the time when money was particularly harsh on me, and it reflected both in the work I did and the clothes I wore, I had to resolve to meagre jobs to succour the things I loved. All petty skills acquired over time were carefully sorted in accordance to their feasibility, meaning that I... Continue Reading →
Middle of the Road 