Published Work

It has finally occurred to me to post links to my work published elsewhere on the Web. I hope to keep this as a live blog post, updating it as and when the time arrives. Hopefully, there will be more. 🙃 I Wish They Had Taught Us About Hair Rather Than Dickens in School An... Continue Reading →

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A Familiar Place

How do you know that a conversation has gone to hell? They ask you whether you have eaten. Here’s the thing — I’m all for talking about soaps, satellites, and satsumas — but never ever ask me, even as a conversation filler, if I have eaten. Never. I do realise “Have you eaten?” is now... Continue Reading →

It’s Raining Men

It's not. Now, that we have that out of the way. Chuski Pop is a podcast I was introduced to a couple of months ago. It is hosted by Sweety and Pappu and it is about all things desi, feminist, existential, happening, and even sexual. It's one of the three podcasts I listen to on an... Continue Reading →

Quick Update

Folks, this is a quick update about my blog address that I want to send out to the Internetverse. Going forward, the TLD link for this blog will be amarllyis.in and not amarllyis.com. I've made this change due to some migration in hosting so that I could be back on WordPress yada yada. For now,... Continue Reading →

Book List 2017

I had a very knotty relationship with books this year. I suspect it had something to do with the ways in which I was struggling with identity and belonging. I have tried to blog about it, but words are insufficient at the moment. So, for now, here is a list of the books I read... Continue Reading →

I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker

Sometimes I wish I was the kind of person who would be consistent to the point of boring and follow the Korean skincare routine, finish all the products I had flown in all the way from South Korea, and be predictable to myself. I wish that I was the kind of person who would leave... Continue Reading →

One Day Like This

Disclaimer: This is an incoherent rant. Expectations have been set.  I refuse to believe that art or literature is an adequate, all-encompassing expression for human life. It’s an excellent outlet and representative, of course, but it’s not comprehensive. Sometimes, words are inadequate to explain how we feel. Additionally despite our “open conversations” these days, I’ve observed... Continue Reading →

Believer

From now on, I will grow quiet, gesture you in for potato soup I made just that morning. I will become small, steady like the flame in the lantern hung outside my dead grandmother’s house watching the forest fire in the distant with an implacable calm. I will change my body type, my weaknesses, my... Continue Reading →

Feel It Still

The first time I found myself introduced to the thought as a coherent and verbalised expression was when I read it in a letter. It was a time of great contradictions. These words came like unannounced rain washing everything and leaving behind a dampness that just wouldn’t go away. My head became clear, cold, and... Continue Reading →

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