Letters from the Founders

When I was 21...

What did you do when you were 21 years old? Well, I was working in a call centre and spent my free time on AOL chatrooms. Sarla was different. S...

Moon Landing Day

On a bright, breezy afternoon in the vast plains of Isla Nublar, a Jeep sped through tall grass, over a small hill, and slowed to a stop in front o...

Whistling Schoolboy

Every January, Nirupesh and I spend 3 days in an old British Bungalow hidden away in the Western Ghats. Every morning, we wake up to the sounds of ...

Church Wedding

A few days later, we married again in a Hindu wedding ceremony, a mangalsutra in tow. A week after that, we hosted a wedding reception in a contemp...

King Tut’s Dagger

It was December 2012; Mercy and I were navigating the busy streets of Cairo. Turns out that there was a revolution against the President, the city ...

Walter Mitty

Walter was a daydreamer. He lead a mundane life with a boring job at Life magazine. Often, Walter escaped into elaborate fantasies to avoid confron...

Gavaskar and I...

In March 1993, I met Sunil Gavaskar. The Australian cricket team was touring India; the last of three test matches was at the Chepauk stadium in Ma...