[Updated: 15 Aug 2025] Here are links to my published work on the Web. This is a live blog post, and I update it as and when the time arrives. Hopefully, there will be more. 🙃 Reading, Interrupted (The Bombay Literary Review) An essay on reading in the age of social media, the crippling attention... Continue Reading →
Reminding Me
At one point they were standing outside the house of an old man who ran the garage where they had sought help. The house was doused in the glow of a small yellow light. The man's wife was frail and yet she filled the house. Their son had just come home. This was a small... Continue Reading →
Between the Raindrops
Know the superstition that your new year tends to follow the trend set by the first day of the year? I hope to God that that's untrue because the first day of my year was terrible. Honestly, so were the first two weeks. Moreover, so have been these 22 days. Now don't ask me to... Continue Reading →
Orinoco Flow
After writing this new year post in which I summoned all those things I want from and wish for in 2016, I went back and did a lot of journal writing. It wasn't as if I was doing the soppy "he said, she said" in my checked notebook, but it was everything that I didn't... Continue Reading →
For the Love of Grammar: Giveaway
When Joseph Brodsky gave a commencement speech at the Dartmouth University, he outlined 6 essentials for living a wholesome life. While most commencement speeches stress on courage, action, kindness and even drive graduates towards using their failures well (see J. K. Rowling's The Fringe Benefits of Failure), Joseph Brodsky's first piece of advice is to... Continue Reading →
The Invitation by Oriah
Because somethings need to be preserved in a space where I can easily find them. It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to... Continue Reading →
Just 4 lines…
Sometimes, someone pens a whole story, in just 4 lines. One of those fragments... ON RUPERT BROOKE A young Apollo, golden-haired, Stands dreaming on the verge of strife, Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life. -Frances Darwin Cornford
Separation
A friend shared the following on Facebook. I wanted to save it somewhere and I thought my blog would be the best place to do that. 3 exceptional lines that echo one thought in a crazily awesome manner. (I could have used better adjectives but this is crazily awesome.) There has been no better use... Continue Reading →