I’m missing out on the hot April sun of Bombay burning my skin. I’m missing out on the cool breeze under the huge banyan tree of a random...

I have to remind myself often now, That a world exists outside my room, That people are not just pixels on a screen, But someone like me,...

What have we done to our earth? It’s our life, our home, How can we let something destroy us? Us, the most alive creatures known, In the...