[Updated: 21 Aug 2020] 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. 🙃 Kaleidoscopic: Four Poems (Vayavya) Four poems in the Monsoon Edition... Continue Reading →
Afternoons are my favourite time of the day. They don't have the kind of pressure mornings have to be productive and beautiful. They don't subscribe to the way nights must be lonely or creative. Afternoons don't have that kind of presumption to them. They're usually quiet and soft on their toes. I'm always sad when... Continue Reading →
I found my copy of Orientalism when I opened my book cupboard so that my niece could help herself with any book she wanted. I thought I had given it away, but here it was musky, yellowed, reminiscent of a time when I was discovering the treasures inside bookshelves. The book is still as relevant... Continue Reading →
Last week, my colleague read the Instagram post* I had written on the occasion of inauguration of the Ram temple in Ayodhya, and in context of that post she asked me “what had happened to you?” Another old acquaintance pinged me and said they have not paid much attention, but would like to educate themselves... Continue Reading →
Or: spitting facts / stating the truth in no chronological order / that happened I hurt my right wrist during an intense strength training session. Our fitness trainer seemed to have lost her bearing on what is acceptable pressure to be applied on the human body. My hurt wrist reminds me of the persistent injury... Continue Reading →
In the last few months, I have seen visuals that I have only read about in books. Of them all, the one I remember very clearly is of a charred foetus after being removed from a charred mother’s body. The baby was burnt all over and even as I write this, I can visualise that... Continue Reading →
I've been feeling like I could do with some self-care, self-love, and being taken care of. So, I wrote these poems for myself. From myself to me. In the evening, I am probably gonna buy myself a little plant for my new, cute planter. Then, I might read the fat, big book and make notes... Continue Reading →
Days go badly, and if too many of them go badly, they roll into tough weeks. And I find myself obstructed from the act of living, from being able to do the things I enjoy, and sometimes even need. And how does a day go badly? In ways more than one, I suppose, but it... Continue Reading →
With a lot of hiccups and pauses, I am trying to read literature from 100 years ago. I pick up a page or two and life, usually in the form of a notification or a chore or a thoughtless distraction, gets in the way. My mind is like a room full of scattered belongings strewn... Continue Reading →
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