In the summer of 2018, I decided my mother and I would embark on a girls trip since I had just finished my senior year of high school. We were to go on our very own Gilmore Girls-esque adventure. Be spontaneous and go and swim in the shimmering waters of the Amalfi Coast or safari […]

The immensities of the past often fall like water upon our shoulders. The burden too heavy for us to carry and so while some things soak into you skin and memory, others form forgotten puddles on the meandering roads of history. They lie there, a dip of stories that more often than not no one […]

I’ve always done well in school, been the editor of the school-paper, do moderately well at law school, can decimate other peoples stupidity with sarcasm and acerbic remarks in seconds, and am able to hold my own in most conversations. So when people see ‘misadventure’ associated with my name some aren’t able to believe it […]

Complimenting my previous post Shades on Delhi~ (https://thezoyaproject.com/2020/10/21/shades-of-september-discovering-the-color-of-delhi/) and it’s artwork here are the books I read, to understand the character, history and secrets of my beloved city. Delhi isn’t just a city, she is a character, just as she is in my life. Delhi, by Khushwant Singh Twilight in Delhi, by Ahmed Ali The […]

I have been born and raised in Delhi. It’s a city of contradictions. Here the magic of Mughlai history is paradoxical to the dirty streets and gol-gappa vendors that you know hold the chance of painful food poisoning within the teekha paani. It’s messy and polluted, and steeped in an array of cultures all while […]

Here’s the thing about Paris. It’s been written about a thousand times over with the air of elusive romance that even lovers steeped in flirtations sigh about. So when you go in with a cynical nose upturned, ready to find a city that’s been oversold, be prepared to be disappointed, because Paris is everything that’s […]

I looked around at the variety of people that are moving around in front of the large mosque. Sweat soaked vendors shout out their wares in broken sentences, the words broken by dialect, sometimes Hindi, sometimes English, sometimes Telegu. The smell of meat being charred into delicious mouthwatering kebabs and skewered by hands covered in […]

My mother always told me that the sound the ocean made was the song of drowned sailors. She sang her story in her lilting voice as we sat on the white sand warmed by the sweltering sunlight upon our cheeks.That rolling expanse of deep blue hums with power as it lilts back and forth. As […]

Our school took us on an Adventure Camp, once a year, each time to a new place. This is my tribute to our very last one that we got to take together as a class… It took a long time to write this particular piece. Perhaps because writing it would mean embracing the fact that […]

A journey in every sense of the word. I’m putting this up now, because it was an important period of my life. It represents more than just a road trip. This is a tribute to all of us who undertook the journey together. बावरा मन देखने चला एक सपनाMarch 26th 2016 – April 6th 2016 8 […]