When Hope Meets a Handful of Digits There’s a particular kind of silence that falls just before a result is announced. If you’ve ever been around people waiting on a number — whether it’s a cricket score, an exam rank, or a lottery draw — you know t...

More Than a Draw, Less Than a Certainty There’s something strangely intimate about waiting for a number. Not the kind you pull from a ticket machine at a bank. I mean the kind that carries anticipation — maybe a bit of superstition, maybe a whisper ...

There’s a small, almost invisible moment that happens when someone buys a lottery ticket. It’s not loud. It doesn’t come with fireworks. It’s just a quiet pause — a flicker of imagination. For a second or two, life feels slightly wider. Possibility ...

There’s something almost tender about a lottery ticket. It isn’t loud or glamorous. It doesn’t demand attention. It simply sits there — a small rectangle of possibility — while life carries on around it. In Kerala, that small rectangle has been part...

There’s something quietly rebellious about driving a 600-horsepower family car. You’re sitting in traffic, surrounded by sensible sedans and compact SUVs, and yet beneath your right foot sits a twin-turbo V8 capable of rearranging your internal orga...

There’s a moment that happens in every performance car owner’s life. You’re driving something genuinely quick — maybe even borderline outrageous — and yet you think, there’s more in there. Not because the car feels slow. Far from it. But because mod...

There’s a particular kind of stress that comes from debt. It’s not loud, exactly. It hums in the background while you’re making dinner, while you’re trying to fall asleep, while you’re pretending everything’s fine during a weekend outing. Bills stac...

There’s a moment most borrowers don’t talk about. It’s not when you take the loan. Not when the EMI starts. It’s later — when cash flow tightens, payments slip, and that small delay turns into something heavier. Maybe your business didn’t scale the ...

There’s a particular kind of silence that fills a room when someone opens a bank message and sees “Payment Overdue.” It’s not dramatic. It’s not loud. It’s just heavy. In India, loans have become part of everyday life — personal loans, credit cards,...

A Routine That Slips Into the Background There are certain habits people pick up without even realizing when they started. Maybe it’s checking the weather before stepping out, or glancing at the news during lunch. For some, it’s looking at a set of ...

When a Single Digit Can Change the Mood of the Day There’s something oddly powerful about numbers. One small digit can decide a bill amount, an exam result, or even the time you finally get to rest after a long day. But beyond the practical side of ...

There’s a certain fatigue that only regular drivers understand. Not the kind that comes from long distances or heavy traffic, but the slow, steady irritation of repeated toll stops. You approach the plaza, ease off the accelerator, glance at the FAS...

There’s something oddly tiring about toll booths. Not physically exhausting, maybe, but mentally draining in a quiet, repetitive way. You slow down, check your balance, glance at the queue, and wait for the barrier to lift. Then you move on—only to ...

There’s a certain kind of silence that comes right before a toll plaza. The road narrows, the speed drops, and you can almost feel the collective impatience of drivers inching forward. It used to be worse, of course—cash in hand, windows down, the h...

There’s something oddly emotional about long drives on Indian highways. Maybe it’s the rhythm of the road, maybe it’s the chai stops, or maybe it’s just the feeling of leaving the city behind for a while. But if there’s one thing that used to ruin t...