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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A New Night

About unfiltered nights, where gold melts into blue.

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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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Four Beginnings in Business to Watch Out for!

What better way to celebrate beginnings than to take a look at some of the start-up businesses around us? The Riptide brings to you the four of the Mumbai-based businesses that are not only female run, but also stories of loving what you do.

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Featured Models For July

We are proud to bring to you our featured faces for this month.

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Kenya Through My Lens

Kenya is perceived by many to be a barren land, almost like the Sahara. Contrary to this popular belief, when I reached Kenya, I saw that it’s a green paradise.

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A Day At The Met

A small glimpse into the United States largest and most known art museum, ‘The Met’ (The Metropolitan Museum of Art). It is an attraction for anyone with an eye for creativity, serving as an inspiration to locals and tourists alike.

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Moonlight

Moonlight. Not the moon. Not just yet. I walk on the street. There are buildings. And trees. I dread them in the night. I must’ve shuddered mentally.And I keep walking. And it keeps getting brighter. “Oh God,” I sigh. I don’t know if I want to see it just yet. I like the moonlight. I…

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An illusory irony

A sequence of seeming nothingnesses lasting seemingly short. An illusory irony: And I sit there, watching the sky invert colours from a clear, pastel blue to a splotchy pink, like it’s reversed itself—inside out. And I know what that sky looks like because whenever this happens, I look at it. And I look at it…

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Catharsis

More than being ethical, I’d like to think of honesty as a brilliant means of catharsis. To rid oneself of living with a lie single-handedly beats the guilt staring you in the face. I guarantee you that. I guarantee you the catharsis.

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