Lifestyle

There’s a certain music that plays in every Indian home before a festival — the clink of utensils being polished, the faint aroma of ghee in the kitchen, the hum of rangoli powder falling softly on...

Festivals in India have always been a season of transformation — of homes, hearts, and habits. The faint rustle of fresh drapes, the comforting smell of incense, the quiet chatter of women arrangin...

There’s a certain rhythm to a woman’s day when she’s always on the move. The early-morning rush out the door, coffee balanced in one hand, laptop slung over the shoulder. A client meeting in the ci...

There’s a certain poetry in the way a journey begins—not at the airport gate or the taxi stand, but in the quiet moment when you begin to pack. The sunlight is soft, the room smells faintly of fres...

The morning sun spills gently through the curtains. Your suitcase lies open on the bed, half-filled with the essentials for a weekend away. Shirts in muted tones, your favourite cotton kurta, a boo...

Morning light spills into the room in quiet sheets, touching the edges of a neatly packed bag waiting by the door. A week’s worth of tasks lies ahead — meetings, train rides, late-evening catchups ...

It begins in the soft morning light, where the city is still stretching awake. A suitcase sits open on the bed, half-packed for a weekend in Jaipur. Not the hurried, chaotic packing of a rushed tra...

There’s a particular stillness to early morning travel. The room is dim, your suitcase lies open, and the air carries that anticipatory hum—half excitement, half comfort. You run your hand over the...

It begins with the sound of a suitcase unzipping on a quiet Sunday morning. The sunlight is soft, falling across a desk where a half-packed tote waits for the week ahead. Your laptop rests to one s...