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 →
Notes from November
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 →
short notes: 16.11.25 / been here and there / watching the TV series Dark and having my mind scrambled / religiously reading every day to meet my reading goal for 2025 / bought new lenses for experiments with photography / submitted poems / acclimatising to the onset of winter / ❄️ 🍜
Book 13: The Will of the Many by James Islington Usually, I don't read epic fantasy. As someone who has read a plethora of books, I still haven't read The Lord of the Rings. But the pandemic years changed that a little. In those years, I required to be elsewhere, stay sane, and fantasy helped... Continue Reading →
Sprinkled Sentiments #20
500. I don't like going to the mall on a weekend. The crowd makes me feel lonely. I also don't like having to wait in long lines at the changing rooms. I also don't like crowds. 499. Lately, I am trying to watch movies which remind me why cinema has been cinema. It is an... Continue Reading →
Book 12: Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller Maybe such unruly persistence is beautiful. Maybe it is not mad, after all. Maybe it is the quiet work of believing in Good. Of believing in a warmth, which you know does not exist in the stars, to exist in the hearts of fellow humans. Maybe... Continue Reading →
Confronting Mortality and Wonder
How does one talk about death to a man who is infirm? What does one say? So many of my teenage years were at their house, listening to CF’s father talk about unions, mathematics, and with me, writing. Her parents were “cool enough” back then to allow both girls and boys to hang out in... Continue Reading →
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