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 →
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 →
These days, I tend to think a lot about the purpose of my life in an oddly mystical and spiritual way. I think about finding what makes my soul resonate and sing, and nestle myself into that space. Stories about people who have dedicated their lives to their passion inspire me once again. Greta Thunberg... Continue Reading →
The other day I was trying to record a video of myself talking and I wasn't able to do it successfully. I'm unable to jump onto the talk-to-the-camera bandwagon but I try, and I fail. I wanted to talk about the new "cool-girl" phenomenon as I call it; about how we're all expected to be... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
I had briefly forgotten how it feels to be defeated by one’s own life and the circumstances of reality. At times, I aspire to be the kind of person who accepts reality and goes on knowing that the world is not an ideal place and the general disposition for coping involves playing the crooked game... 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 →
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 →
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