This City Feels Like Home

Following Geeta Lalvani, her red sneakers, and her friends through New York City: one of the craziest places to call home.

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Interior Design Tips: Making a House a Home

This month, keeping with the theme, ‘Home’, we get a special set of tips from The Pastel Soul Interiors’ co-founder, Ruchi Shroff on how to make a house a home — a place with warmth and trendy nuances.

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A New Night

About unfiltered nights, where gold melts into blue.

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Home

A home isn’t just found, it’s built. A home us yours to make and remake till it’s just the right way for you. Home is wherever your heart is, even if the place has yet to exist.

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Jabberwocky

A poem about the Jabberwocky, a metaphor for ‘fear’ from ‘Alice in Wonderland’, and the fearlessness it brings with being slain.

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Healing

Happy Thoughts to help you stay afloat! This one is about: Healing.

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A Pretty Word #2

Ever felt an emotion that you can’t really find a word for? This captures just that!

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The Autumn Leaf

He has been sculpted like a painter and painted like a sculptor. All the poetry is for him, for the dead Maple leaf, the thousand stanzas that a poet creates is just for him, the innumerable colors of life, of celebration, of sacrifice, that a painter’s brush creates, is for him. It is for the withered, surrendered, dead Maple leaf.

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A Taste of Home

…I could sense the nostalgia she felt when she would talk about home, although I never quite realised the extent of it. She loved cooking, which was partly the reason why I used to visit their place so frequently.

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A Pinterest Home

A poem about a loss of love, and a consequent feeling of being homesick for solace and a place of comfort. A reminder that a house is not a home.

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Pieces

By: Krutika Puranik We are all pieces of what’s left of our parents. Your mother’s eyes, father’s ears, an aunt’s height. I often sit amidst my family and wonder if they see themselves in me. The way I slip a strand of hair discreetly behind my ear, the way my eyes turn into the colour…

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