Journal

Life is a rollercoaster and you don’t know what’s coming. 11 July. This day, marks the most memorable day for me. The day, I saw my films...

I’m feeling like a tourist in my own city today. It feels like I’m visiting the Lodhi Gardens for the first time, which has been my path...

The rain has finally stopped. The sky is overcast. The breeze is blowing. The weather is beautiful. I’ve packed my bag with a diary, a...

The sun was playing hide and seek. The moment, the air conditioned metro ride turned to the heat wave street walk, I thought it isn’t my...

Paharganj is an antique trunk, full of treasures. A lot is hidden in it. The trunk (sandook) is painted with, writes Manan Kathuria.

Shahjahan’s treasure, the epitome of architecture and the grandeur of heritage resides on a hill...writes Manan Kathuria

Dilli, what has happened to your coolness? Your scorching heat is making it unbearable for most of the people to explore. I may or may...

Brown, Green, Yellow, Red. That’s how life looks in the first planned city of India during the time when flowers bloom and the dry leaves...

Have you ever felt that the day is not going according to the way you want it to? ‘A lot of times’, I said to myself too. ‘Not a good...

I was on a break but life was moving. It was the day after twosday, when I embarked upon a journey to Dilli. A walk around my favourite...

Startup Kunji: It’s a dream book. His dream book. My father’s dream book is out for the world now. This is where his world revolved. And...

It was dusk. Nothing was more beautiful than this. Trust me, nothing. I was on a shikara ride, on my way to the Houseboat in Dal Lake...

A world around nature, a world around flying pigeons, falling leaves, feathers on the ground, mysteries and melancholy all around...

A Winter afternoon. A very cold day. A picturesque place which looks like Paris, Italy or Germany. I haven’t been anywhere out of these...

3 weeks, it had been more than 3 weeks, that I felt something was missing, a void, a longing for something. I knew what it was. I asked...

18 January, 1955 you left this world. After 45 years, I was born. 19 years after that, I was introduced to you at Daryaganj’s Big Book...

A visit to Red Fort. Dilli is being missed, those streets, the people, the life, the rickshaw rides, the metro...writes Manan Kathuria.

I was sitting on a bench which must have seen so many generations, so many days, so many months, so many years...read more - Manan Kathuria.

I knew the stars will align again and I’ll be visiting the place where I left a part of my heart, the very first time I visited it...

Taj Mahal; who doesn’t know about this? The world comes to see this epitome of beauty where love resides forever. But, I never understood...