880 words Sometimes, I feel a listlessness when I have free periods of time. At others, I sit in my chair and look at the jamun tree outside my window. I know all the theory, about how we are always tuned into social media and constantly working, and that's why we cannot fully relax. Theory... Continue Reading →
740 words I walked down the large staircase leading under ground to find the metro platform was completely deserted. This could be wrong, said something inside me, but I had followed the Google map directions to the tee. I might as well have been in New York City, and as it happens in the movies,... Continue Reading →
339 words Now it was 5:45 pm, the day was starting to go home earlier than usual, perhaps an indication that we must, too. I was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, riding shotgun as they say. On a highway, in the city, I felt enclosed by the two rows-upon-rows of tall buildings... Continue Reading →
354 words Twelve days of November have gone by. I am doing very well on the trapped-by-fear to-do list I created to tick off the things I haven't done because of fear and anxiety (Day Ten). I've ticked off a bunch of things so far and while I experience a fleeting sense of achievement, I... Continue Reading →
804 words By Day Eight, I had finished reading 7 books from Oct 1 to Nov 3. I was mighty pleased with myself to have gotten back into the rhythm of reading literature (I read some really intense books) and also for starting off my November so strong. Reading a whole book in just 3... Continue Reading →
550 words I wanted to come here and write about how the long Diwali weekend allowed me to have time for myself every single night because my evenings were free. (See Day Four for daily schedule). However, I was informed that someone I know very closely has been detected with cancer. My heart feels heavy... Continue Reading →
865 words After the incident on the railway station (Day Seven) and being part of the every day rush, I kept thinking how privilege shields you from thinking of yourself as a part of the milling, working class crowd. This is why our public infrastructure is in disrepair; because the privileged don't use it, and... Continue Reading →
682 words I was sitting on the bench at the railway station when a young boy, holding a plastic yellow bowl, came and fell at my feet begging for alms. It was both, an uncomfortable and a horrifying experience. Who taught the little boy to fall on strangers' feet like that? Did he see someone... Continue Reading →
722 words I didn't write for the last few days because after I had shut down my laptop on Friday there was nothing in me that wanted to pick it up again; not a single feeling that tended towards writing on a screen. On Friday evening I took a picture of the still world in... Continue Reading →
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