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 →
Days go badly, and if too many of them go badly, they roll into tough weeks. And I find myself obstructed from the act of living, from being able to do the things I enjoy, and sometimes even need. And how does a day go badly? In ways more than one, I suppose, but it... Continue Reading →
April was tough. Tough and magical. Tough, magical, and surreal. My heart has been stretched, full, and wrung at varying times during the warm, Gulmohar-laden month of April. I’ve written 30 poems for NaPoWriMo, kept as many rozas as women can keep (23, because: periods), cooked whatever dish was fancied that day for Iftar, and... Continue Reading →
Two days ago, I was walking to the parking lot after having an intense conversation with an old friend about something that was weighing on her and I started laughing to myself. It has been a week of intense conversations with friends about trauma, ageing, anxiety, quality of life and work, loss of money, loves... Continue Reading →
I miss watching Big Shot on Disney Plus. Every episode used to feel like a warm hug. For the uninitiated, Big Shot is about an excellent but temperamental basketball coach who is demoted to coach high school girls in San Diego after he throws a chair at a high-stakes, televised basketball game. He arrives at... Continue Reading →
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. Jiddu Krishnamurti These days I have been going out into the physical world and not complementing it with an online counterpart. I don’t read much content online, don’t see thought posts about mental health, food wars or exhaustive travel hacks,... Continue Reading →
After a point of time, even I get bored of hearing myself tell the same stories but to different set of people. As if explaining my life to different people is a desperate measure to be understood. They’re the same stories — about a food not eaten, an anecdote from my past, the literature festival... Continue Reading →