House of Memories

I am afraid that words will abandon me one day. It is my greatest fear. Words are how I make sense of life, of every day labour, of transfiguring love and the thought of losing them fills me with dread and unarrived grief. They say that one day the words of the Qur’an will be... Continue Reading →

On What to Expect

I did not end up writing a post on my Blogoversary last year. 30 Dec. It was a time for family with all its jocund festivities, and its blazes of familiar horrors. Anyone who can describe their family otherwise is lying. Besides, I sat down to write an ode to this blog being a home... Continue Reading →

Of Winter & Wishes

Many years ago, I had read that how you spend the first day of the year sets the tone for your new year. If you pepper the new year's day with activities and people you love, they will be a recurring theme and if you have a not-so-great day, it would foretell the theme of... Continue Reading →

Chic Stories

As someone who doesn't travel in the local trains every day, I tend to romanticise them, only in the Mumbai winters, because I am able to take a train at a time that suits me, I can buy a first class ticket, and I have the luxury of not taking it when it's not comfortable... Continue Reading →

Fourteen

880 words Sometimes, I feel a listlessness when I have free periods of time. At others, I sit in my chair and look at the jamun tree outside my window. I know all the theory, about how we are always tuned into social media and constantly working, and that's why we cannot fully relax. Theory... Continue Reading →

Thirteen

740 words I walked down the large staircase leading under ground to find the metro platform was completely deserted. This could be wrong, said something inside me, but I had followed the Google map directions to the tee. I might as well have been in New York City, and as it happens in the movies,... Continue Reading →

Twelve

339 words Now it was 5:45 pm, the day was starting to go home earlier than usual, perhaps an indication that we must, too. I was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, riding shotgun as they say. On a highway, in the city, I felt enclosed by the two rows-upon-rows of tall buildings... Continue Reading →

Eleven

354 words Twelve days of November have gone by. I am doing very well on the trapped-by-fear to-do list I created to tick off the things I haven't done because of fear and anxiety (Day Ten). I've ticked off a bunch of things so far and while I experience a fleeting sense of achievement, I... Continue Reading →

Ten

804 words By Day Eight, I had finished reading 7 books from Oct 1 to Nov 3. I was mighty pleased with myself to have gotten back into the rhythm of reading literature (I read some really intense books) and also for starting off my November so strong. Reading a whole book in just 3... Continue Reading →

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