I have come here today to tell the story of how the last week has been a haze of cold, steely anger because I am in a beef with people who have been unresponsive to any and all conversation I’ve been trying to have with them. The foremost of them all is my housing society’s... Continue Reading →
Recently, I completed the setup for a Substack titled Small Heresies to separate my opinion and essays from the musings I pen on my blog. The road to this Substack was difficult, because I didn’t want one in the first place. As someone who has been writing on this blog for over 15 years, I... Continue Reading →
Sixteen years. Happy sweet sixteen to my blog. At this point, I am chronicling my life experiences and indulgences on here; I am also documenting the trials and travails of living. This is my organic, beautiful, and sometimes, unsure space for being who I am. The rest of the blogging world has moved forward to... Continue Reading →
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 →