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On my senior officer’s desk in Navi Mumbai, a small potted plant sat quietly, its delicate green leaves reaching toward the window, absorbing the warmth of the morning sun. To an outsider, it was just another office decoration, but to him, it was a connection to a world that now... [Read More]

Mumbai’s monsoon is like a symphony played on repeat from June to September—its rhythm steady, its melodies interspersed with sudden crescendos. Unlike the rains in Chennai, which arrive with thunderous clouds and howling winds driven by low-pressure systems in the Bay of Bengal, Mumbai’s monsoon is a quiet, relentless companion.... [Read More]

In my 50s now, life’s a blend, And I’ve found joy in my new friends. Not just colleagues or mates from the past, But companions born of a bond that lasts. [Read More]

It was a Saturday, officially a holiday, as I work in an office with a five-day schedule and weekends off. But as usual, my colleagues and I were at work, sacrificing our day off due to the heavy load of commitments in our department—a responsibility towards the nation, far from... [Read More]

Posting in a duty Battalion of CRPF is most often a grueling experience especially as it is the grass root level establishment of the Force which provides all the manpower and data required for efficient functioning of the Force. For those in the Ministerial Cadre, like me, dealing with paper... [Read More]