Lifestyle

In India, togetherness has always unfolded around a table — even in homes where the “table” wasn’t a table at all. Sometimes it was a chatai laid on the floor during summer holidays at nani’s house...

There is a certain kind of silence that only a well-dressed home can hold — the gentle quiet that comes when the table is laid, the cushions are plumped, and the first chai of the evening waits p...

There is a particular moment in every Indian home—just before the first guest steps in, just before the steel jugs are filled with chilled water, just before the aromas of tadka and elaichi drift f...

November arrives softly — a quiet shift from the dazzle of Diwali to the warmth of everyday rituals. The lights may dim, but the home begins to breathe again — slower, gentler, more intentional. In...

There’s something deeply comforting about a Sunday morning that doesn’t rush you. The sunlight lingers longer, the kettle hums quietly, and the scent of freshly baked parathas or coffee-soaked air ...

There’s a new rhythm to the way we work. Mornings once reserved for commutes now start with the quiet hum of a laptop at the dining table. Meetings happen in sunlit corners of cafés, under trees in...

There’s something quietly poetic about the way mornings unfold in India — soft light slipping through cotton drapes, the hum of chai simmering on the stove, and somewhere, the anticipation of movem...

There is a particular kind of Indian woman who carries her world in stride — the one who moves between deadlines and dreams, between airports and afterthoughts, between the city’s restless hum and ...

There’s a certain poetry to packing slowly. The soft rustle of cotton, the faint scent of sandalwood from your cupboard, the familiar weight of a pouch that has travelled as far as you have. In a w...