Fire and Rain

Many moons ago, a switch went off in my brain and I was compelled to become this person who had to do something productive every single day to survive. It could be an hour of exercise, writing in my journal, cleaning my cupboard, reading a book or an essay that lends something to my writing... Continue Reading →

Hallelujah

Earlier this week, I found myself completely unstitched, and then sewed up back again by the end of it. While trying to keep up, I thought of Kintsugi and what it would mean to glue our broken souls with liquid gold. If we could see souls, all of us would be walking skies with glowing... Continue Reading →

Yellow Brick Road

“What is the worst thing that ever happened to him?” her sister asks her. And the answer is nothing ever has. “That’s the problem,” she says. “He’s just a nice boy from Ohio. He has no idea how to fix something like this.” - Dept. of Speculation, Jenny Offill In a commencement speech, Joseph Brodsky,... Continue Reading →

Fields of Gold

A few days ago, I had a thought about Elizabeth Gilbert and Cheryl Strayed. One that I forgot. Something about them being soul sisters, except that they are not. I didn't make a note of the thought, maybe because I was sleeping, too knocked out to actually give a fig or because I was binge-watching... Continue Reading →

All the Little Lights

I have a 10-piece Steadtler colored pens box, which when turned the right way, turns into a pen stand. It's so simple, it's God-damn genius. Just that I misplaced the pink color pen while at an event in office. I try not to think about it as the incompleteness of the box is gnawing to... Continue Reading →

Lost Stars

Entrenched inside movies and books, sometimes I find things that I would want to do. Earlier it used to get me all giddy-up. Fiction embellished reality in ways more than one. Of course, it still does. But now, I take a step back and steady myself before embarking on journeys set by characters I adore.... Continue Reading →

Warm Vanilla Sugar, And Other Things

“CALVIN: This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn't make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery? If the guy exists why doesn't he ever show himself and prove it? And if he doesn't exist what's the meaning of all this? HOBBES: I dunno. Isn't this a religious holiday? CALVIN: Yeah, but actually, I've got... Continue Reading →

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