Darn That Dream

At some point, I think it would be good for me to just look up the meaning of ennui, be the 15-year old girl who uses a theme to write a blog post, and just get straight to it. I am not that girl, though. No matter how hard I might want to try. I... Continue Reading →

Quiet

There I was sitting on the floor of a cold corridor having had my second anxiety attack. It was 3:00am back home in India and the kindest man I know was on the phone with me listening to me crying as I was unable to breathe. It must have been 4 degrees that night, the... Continue Reading →

Dancing With Your Ghost

There's this anecdote I read in one of Elif Shafak's most forgettable books — The Architect's Apprentice — that has stayed with me. It's the time of war in the era when people travelled on animals and covered great distances over many weeks. A king is travelling with his army and, what would have been... Continue Reading →

Conversations: Part 2

As it is with most people, even I tend to mythify my past, turn it into a montage of events and coloured emotions. However, of late I have realised I tend to remember some sequences that repeat in the theater of my mind over and over again. I suspect when I am old and starting... Continue Reading →

Conversations: Part 1

Recently someone who reads my blog pinged me and said they wanted to know more about my life. It wasn't creepy or anything, but for a moment I had to consider the request — what did that even mean? I declined to divulge because it's boring to talk about one's life as a subject and... Continue Reading →

Heartbeats

Obviously, I don't recall much from my childhood but there are some things I remember very vividly — Tom and Jerry, Dumbo The Elephant, trains, ships, and the house always being full of adults. The house we lived in was like a caravanserai. People came, stayed for a while, and people went. As most Bombay... Continue Reading →

For Now

“But memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.” ― Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being A couple of years ago, I read a book titled A Tale for the Time Being. The book was unassuming, part of... Continue Reading →

Currents

There's a golden rule they tell us writers — the longer you don't write, the harder it becomes to even put out a sentence on the page — and it's as good as gospel truth. A quiet sort of dread settles inside you and you're scared of what words you're going to say, how bad they're... Continue Reading →

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