Moving on is a weird thing that requires a lot of courage. To be able to have faith that what's ahead is better than what is now is a tad unsettling. Besides, telling yourself that you deserve this change or being ready for the future is something that is very easy to delay. We're okay... Continue Reading →
Simplicity, and Yet
One of the simple pleasures in life is a good sleep. Some of the others that I would write on my list of simple pleasures are a solitary walk, watching the rain from the inside, silence, swinging on a swing, and a window seat on a train. Some other pleasures that may not be as... Continue Reading →
And so it has been…
Yesterday, I met an Irish woman who is on a visit to India. She's actually spending time in Goa but dropped in to see the city. Alone. Her friend didn't want to leave Baga beach I was told. We spoke a little, of cities, of people in cities, of people staring at tourists in cities,... Continue Reading →
There is a cat in the hat, after all.
Generally, I celebrate my blog's anniversary in December. I discontinued this practice last year. In fact, last year I even got the date of the anniversary wrong. I did. When my closest friend wished me on the correct date, it hit me that I had been such a scatterbrain. I laughed at my own apathy,... Continue Reading →
2.9
Marine Drive is 2.9 units* away from VT station. (Yes, VT. Let's just focus on what's more important.) So, VT station, the confluence of local railway tracks that ply tens of thousands of people every single day. Now that I think about it, I wonder that if a structure could house your thoughts as soon... Continue Reading →
Lavender Curls
I need to start this post with a question to all the writers out there: How many stories can you write at the same time? Or how many different kinds of writing can one possibly do at one phase in life? I am curious. And I am not looking for an "easy" answer here. If... Continue Reading →
Saving thirty rupees
When I was in school, the girls used to have a period dedicated to needlework while the boys played football on the huge ground outside. The solace of this needlework period, sometimes, was the view of the ground thanks to the French windows, which we had in some classrooms. Also, fortunately, our school had lots... Continue Reading →
Being a caterpillar…well, almost
"You know what is the best thing about this city?" "The fact that it lines up against the sea?" "Yes. That's what makes Mumbai so special. I'm not sure it would be half the place that it is if it weren't for the Arabian Sea," I said. I was with a friend at Marine Drive.... Continue Reading →
Euphemisms
I'm not sure when all of this became such a burden. Most people say that your heart knows where you need to go, where you need to be and with who you need to be. But what if your heart doesn't talk to you anymore? I get into a local train and feel suffocated more... Continue Reading →
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