Journal

I had been longing to go to the hills, sit next to a balcony, sipping chai and just living. Everyday I used to open my archives folder, I...

But, I’m still dreaming. It’s been 5 days now. 29 July 2022, a dream turned into a reality. A day which felt like so many years. A dream...

Trust in the process and the rest will follow. I feel like I’m still in that dream and will always be, as we live in our dreams too. Last...

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...

I’m walking on my most favourite street in Dilli. The trees take you to a very old era and their tall trunks speak history. On it’s left...

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...

A tree was being cut, as it was half hanging after the storm hit Dilli. The Indian Ticket Window was closed and the tickets were given...

Amaltas, is poetry written with just 7 letters and Amrita Shergil Marg Lane is the most poetic street of Dilli writes Manan Kathuria.

Connaught Place has childhood memories living in each corner and childhood has cycling memories living in each corner 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...

A barber has a mirror, creams, shaving kit, scissors kept under a tree in this unbearable summer heat of Delhi...read more.

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...

Dilli’s full of love, warmth and affection. I always say that Dilli’s an emotion too, but where’s life without soul, where’s soul without...

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...

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.