If you are my age, you have done it over 1400 times. Yet every time, the same uncomfortable sensation happens. Monday is this one day when apparently, for most of us, personal life ends and the professional begins. …

Most times, it boils down to making that choice, day in and day out — before you sit to write, in the middle of the session, just 5 minutes before the writing session ends. Whether to write or not. …

The Folded Paper believes and practises that the more ideas we come up with and the more we let our creativity flourish, the better our writing will be. Kavita Chowdry, a journalism student, also comes up with many new ideas; thinking and writing creatively are essential to share news in…

Recently, we at, The Folded Paper Writing Community, celebrated our 50th Writing and Creativity Jam meeting. We started the celebrations with writing — we revisited why we write, in and about 50 words. Here are the ‘Whys’ of the Paperians: Paperian Ishika wrote I love to write down because it is an incredible…

You must have seen those movies or read the books where extraordinary things happen. A girl and a boy suddenly decide to go to a new city and jump on a train. People dive into the deep parts of the ocean to find the meaning of life. Heartbreak feels like…

Comparison is a visual defect. We look at the wrong places and start to weigh incoherent things against each other. A rubber ball is not the same as a tennis ball of the same size. Only if we went in and lifted both of them, we would know which is…

“It is not a great idea, also incomplete. Here is how it goes.” Then she moves on to read her yet-to-be-completed writing and then shares her stream of ideas and thoughts to show us what the completed writeup will be like. …

I was born and brought up in Delhi, India. For those who don’t know, it is reputed to be one of the most polluted capital cities in the world. All my life I have seen concrete buildings and the expansive green lawns of India Gate, a war memorial. I have…

When I was in school, I, for some reason, stayed away from reading books. Was it because I was too lazy to concentrate? Or I liked my own little, elusive world in my mind more than the more colorful, imaginary worlds in the books. I don’t know. But I hardly…