Author
Shreya Nidugondi
We can be friends if you like dogs, fries and Terry Pratchett (in that order). I'm correcting your grammar in my head.
Two things have always fascinated me as a child- words and crosswords. Which word should I say? How do I say it? Can it, in its barely ten letters, hardly three syllables, carry the whole meaning of what I want… Continue Reading →
On a mid-autumn day at 8 o’clock when the colour of a setting sun begins to show on tree leaves, and the nights are shorter than the steps on your way from sleep to dreams, the Carnival beckons you. It… Continue Reading →
“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” ― Shel Silverstein You only find… Continue Reading →
Imagine a clean world. It does not have war, poverty, or hunger. Fancy a universe out there, that lives in binary- yin or yang, good or bad, black or white. There is no gray area, no room for error or… Continue Reading →
“Dear reader, if there is a scandal, I shall uncover it.” Welcome to Regency London, where debutantes attend balls every second day, a mysterious gossip column wreaks havoc across London, and Ambitious Mamas shove their children down the aisle with… Continue Reading →
What is common to a mullet-wielding, neon-donning 1980s American teenager and their Persian contemporary living in obscurity, confined in the clutches of Ayatollah Khomeini’s reign? Hint: it starts with ‘rock’ and ends with ‘music’. In 1979, at the heels of… Continue Reading →
I When I was little, my home had one wall- my grandfather, my thatha. I thought that of all the people who ever breathed, and of all the stars in the sky, he was the oldest ever. My footsteps went… Continue Reading →
This summer, master a skill that will isolate you regardless of a pandemic! Step 1: Look up ‘recipes for beginners’. Scratch that. Search ‘easy recipes for dummies’. If you are using an optimal search engine, open the link you find… Continue Reading →
Lip, dip, paint. Grace Fryer was 18 years old when she first heard these words – eager, ambitious and ready to take on the world. She was employed as a dial painter with Radium Luminous Materials Corporation. Six years later,… Continue Reading →
