It was a dark and stormy night.

By Rishikesh Chhabra. It was a dark and stormy night. [Clichéd beginning / a classic if there ever was one, if I may say so myself…:p]. The wind lashed out against the windowpanes as a torrential downpour kept howling out yonder. I was quietly sipping a steaming mug...

Breathe and Push

A message of hope so eloquently delivered. “…what if this darkness is not the darkness of the Tomb, but the darkness of the Womb…” As a former varsity debater and public speaker, I took delight in the display of mastery over those 6 minutes...