When I returned home from a work dinner last week, I felt a deep sense of emptiness around me so tangible that I could almost touch it. After spending more than ten hours surrounded by a large number of people, when I stood alone in front of my cupboard to pick out my pyjamas, the... 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 →
One morning last week, I was looking forward to working from home. I thought that I would gather the pockets of time left over for myself and do something I enjoy -- read a book, watch a show, or start writing my new essay. However, due to the cloudy, grey downpour all day, I gave... Continue Reading →
I forget to make notes during the week about the things I want to say. Instead, I talk to myself and say them out loud. Then, I forget about them. Whispering nothings and mutterings to the universe is an unconscious habit. Now I understand why my grandmother used to talk to herself while washing vessels,... Continue Reading →
As someone who has started driving in my Indian city, I see things that have no business being on the road. I am way past romanticising organised chaos; I cannot abide. This newfound skill has unlocked a new pathway in my brain which has given way to a whole host of emotions. At this point,... 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 →
A prophecy that doesn't come true is gibberish from the past. Along with other books, I am currently reading Exhalation by Ted Chiang. To put it loosely, it is a collection of science fiction short stories that also underscore the meaning of being human. In the story that I am reading presently, a corporation creates... Continue Reading →
As someone who doesn't travel in the local trains every day, I tend to romanticise them, only in the Mumbai winters, because I am able to take a train at a time that suits me, I can buy a first class ticket, and I have the luxury of not taking it when it's not comfortable... Continue Reading →
I see the decapitated head of a baby in the morning on my news feed. It has been raining incessantly this day, week, year, and all the lakes in the city are overflowing. I am told to follow my dreams on the weekend, and on the weekdays, I work through my bleeding skin to pay the taxes on time. I... Continue Reading →