Articles by Nikhil Dey

“I don’t know what to say? I will wait for the right time to call. I am bad at these things.” When I think back…

Circa early 1996. I had just finished my MBA, and was enjoying my time back home in Madras with my grandparents, getting set to open…

After a gap of about 10 years, I spoke to a college buddy of mine, let’s call him Mr. Bee. We have been exchanging messages…

Over the last few months, I found myself turning to travel agents of all kinds in search of service. It started when I tried getting…

A few months ago I wrote a piece titled ‘Five ways to fight webinar fatigue’ , an excerpt of which read “Mr. Bluebeard reminded me…

Sitting in my lazy boy chair late one night in August of 2019, I reached out to a few well-wishers, with a simple ask for…

I found my fuel tank had gone into the reserve zone. You know the place you reach when a little light starts flashing on the…

A farmer in Wayanad, let’s call him Aakash, went against all the conventional ways of growing coffee. He did not follow any of the so…

The day draws closer when the Dey household is going to be an empty nest. We took one step closer to saying goodbye to our…

Finger painting is fun. Finger painting is messy. It has a sense of playfulness about it. It’s colourful. Sometimes the end result is awesome, other…