“I was married to the love of my life, an army man who I had two beautiful children with. I used to be a journalist
“I took a cab home from the office yesterday. The driver, Shahid (Name changed), was very polite and well behaved. I was sharing the cab
“So last night my friend and I walked into this little one named Deepak. He lives on the streets of Colaba. When we first approached
I always knew I had different preferences, but throughout my childhood, I silenced myself and pretended to be someone else. When my friends at school
“My father was a freedom fighter, and my whole life I’ve wanted to be like him— to make a difference for my country. Even though
“I was born and brought up in Dubai and lived there for almost 13 years and later shifted to India and did latter part of
“The first decade of the 21st century turned out to be disastrous for this friend of mine. I regret not knowing her during tough times –
23-year-old Manoj Kumar, a visually impaired man from Jehanabad, Bihar, had dreamt of bagging a government job to secure his future. He even cleared the
“I am an entrepreneur here in Delhi and just before Diwali we have planned to go to our home by Car. While driving in the
“I write today as a very worried and frustrated INDIAN. I wonder what worse condition we would have to face in order to hope for
