Sun, sea, sand, beautiful skies and playful showers. #SriLanka has my heart ❤️ all over again. What made last week even more special was sharing these special moments with friends I love 🤩
In the most adverse situations, you learn your most valuable life lessons. Over the past few weeks, I’ve moved 4m shock …acceptance to fearlessness…not from some magical strength within to face my father’s cancer battle, but from witnessing his immense grit every single day.
A growing number of migrant workers are returning from Delhi to Bihar, citing rising LPG prices and tightening supply that have made basic cooking unaffordable. At Patna Junction, trains from the capital are bringing back a steady stream of workers who say the cost of fuel has outpaced their daily earnings.
Many migrants, who rely on small, unregulated cylinders due to the lack of formal LPG connections, reported paying significantly higher rates amid supply constraints linked to the West Asia situation. With daily wages ranging between Rs 500 and Rs 650, workers said they were spending hours searching for refills, often turning to the black market.
The impact has extended beyond labourers, with students and others in rented accommodations also affected by rising living costs. While the government maintains there is no widespread shortage, it has acknowledged disruptions in supply.
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Live music pierces the soul, reshaping us forever. Every time we catch our fave bands live, something inside stirs. #LinkinPark 🎸 at #LollapaloozaMumbai hit our hearts tonight ❤️ Celebrating my partner @TheBomBiker birthday amid this, pure magic! #LollaIndia2026
Last Saturday, we strolled across art galleries in #Mumbai, where @NikasSafronov#Dreamvision exhibition at NGMA stole the show with its immersive experience. It was wonderful to see crowds patiently queuing up for hrs - even if just for a social media selfie:) #Mumbaiartweekend
“Aandhi ban ke aaya hoon Mera haunsala bhi ayyaash hai
Na toh kaarvan ki talaash hai Na toh kaarvan ki talaash hai Na toh humsafar ki talaash hai Na toh kaarvan ki talaash hai”
On loop ! https://t.co/yvnBxtb8Zl
Urfff what a beautiful take on 60s classic qawwali !
This is so heartbreaking 💔
Looking at this scale of devastation reminds me of those intense apocalyptic movie scenes where entire cities are burning. Prayers for affected families 🙏 #HongKongFire
Dreading the day where my kid catches me using AI to check her #math problems. All my pep talks, “Ohh, I used to love math too when I was young” “math is fun” “practice everyday, babu” is going to just vanish 🤦♀️ #workafterwork is so painful! #parentlife#takingshortcuts
On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes.
When she opened them, her daughter was gone.
Six months.
Six months of walking from police station to police station.
Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages.
Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…”
In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood.
Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child.
Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call.
The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…”
They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14.
When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected.
She ran.
Not away — toward them.
Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family.
Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them.
The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God.
And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family.
Six months of darkness ended in one hug.
Aarohi is home now.
The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight.
Today, a mother is singing lullabies again.
Today, a father is smiling in his sleep.
And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned.
Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves.
Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.
Report on progress on household drinking water, sanitation and hygiene mentions 3/5 people had safely managed sanitation services. However, people living in least developed countries were nearly twice as likely to lack access. Advocate!! #sanitationforall#worldtoiletday#JMP2025
#InPics | World Toilet Day? Why this is more than humor, significance of World Toilet Organization, the history you might have never heard
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There is something special about visiting city’s iconic spots that radiates its character…even better when conversations are shared with great company #Delhi#kwality
Vikram's suggestions make a lot of sense. Unless this becomes a national effort, people will continue to suffer - The link between air pollution and mortality is now crystal clear, backed by thorough science. Lets stop deluding ourselves - this needs to happen now.