More than the Bare Minimum

I am writing this after eating a delicious bowl of steaming dal khichri and air-fried chicken. I have the day off on account of a public holiday so an expanse of time lays before me unclaimed, and the afternoon laziness has come over me. After a good meal, my emotions usually reside in the vicinity... Continue Reading →

Don’t Put VR Pets in my Fiction, Please?

A prophecy that doesn't come true is gibberish from the past. Along with other books, I am currently reading Exhalation by Ted Chiang. To put it loosely, it is a collection of science fiction short stories that also underscore the meaning of being human. In the story that I am reading presently, a corporation creates... Continue Reading →

Savouring Solitude

After joining a virtual reading group, I went to an in-person, silent-reading group meeting where we sat in a park in the evening and read our chosen books in silence for an hour. I have been silently committing to reducing the time I spend in front of digital devices and trying to find ease, a... Continue Reading →

In the Moment

"they journeyed without Bible prophets burning bushes without signs on earth without signs from the heavens with the terrible consciousness that life is momentous" Joseph Brodsky

Letter to my Friends

Things that happened: This week my horoscope said that I should not make myself so vulnerable to criticism that it becomes a wound, and this is why I still read the particular horoscope app because it provides much needed advice thrown away inside of a poignant and polite paragraph meant only for me. Yesterday, I... Continue Reading →

In Simpler Times and On Seeing Through

I am newly interested in glass bottles as a hobby. I wash the glass bottles that show obvious signs of re-use, dip them in warm water to remove the sticker, and finally scrub them with baking soda to remove all traces of who they used to be. Then, I dry them in the sun like... Continue Reading →

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 →

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