Three little birds sat on my windowAnd they told me Idon't need to worry During the year-end holidays, I took a different approach to deal with my homebody self, absence of travel plans, and general sense of loneliness that singles face in such times of merrymaking. I made a list of things that I’ve been... Continue Reading →
There are so many books I am yet to post about, so I decided to (mini) review them in a single post. Instead of musing about them, I have tried to keep my impressions of the book to 280 characters at best. Consider this a nested thread of tweets, if you will. Let's go. Book... Continue Reading →
Sixteen years. Happy sweet sixteen to my blog. At this point, I am chronicling my life experiences and indulgences on here; I am also documenting the trials and travails of living. This is my organic, beautiful, and sometimes, unsure space for being who I am. The rest of the blogging world has moved forward to... Continue Reading →
Book 16: The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller I completely understand the pressure that exists for me to like this book. But the truth is that I just didn't. I'm saying this as someone who really enjoyed Circe by the same author. Was I supposed to like The Song of Achilles because of the love... Continue Reading →
Book 15: No Exit and Other Plays by Jean-Paul Sartre Wow! My goal for the foreseeable future is to hang out with minds like Sartre. Reading this book has freed a suppressed urge inside me to read, what they call, tough literature. This book had my mind bent, and put a big smile on my... Continue Reading →
quick scribbles: 19.12.25 / taken time off from work / wrapping up my reading for the year / one book to go / trying to ignore the motes of dust that fall copiously on everything in this neighbourhood / still in love with trees / Saw Shrinking on Apple TV and realised all one wants... Continue Reading →
Book 14: The Days of Abandonment by Elena Ferrante I felt that I was inside a clamorous life and that everything might come apart because of a too piercing sentence, an ungentle movement of the body. Elena Ferrante, Ann Goldstein. The Days of Abandonment (p. 7). (Function). Kindle Edition. Every once in a while there... Continue Reading →
I've spent the better part of November catching up on my reading, ensconced in the setting-in winter, and pondering over the purpose of my life. It has been a good, cozy, reflective month. Among other things, some highlights of this month were: Used AI to generate some writing for a friend and that night, I... Continue Reading →
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