I'm a little overwhelmed today. So, all plans of ensuring that I write better, and dish out posts that are an extrapolation of my observations rather than an expression of them, will have to take a back seat for a little more while. I have an Android phone now, and this is my first post... Continue Reading →
Making it Plain
I have returned home from a buffet dinner. It was a peaceful, full meal - nothing extraordinary to write home about. However, as I made my way back, I vowed not to do this again for a long time. I don't want to go for dinners or lunches, outside. I just don't feel up to... Continue Reading →
My Donut
Sometimes I wonder why does my spirit slouch and call it a day, even before I've had a chance to get through my working hours. Or why do I give up because I get tired of trudging on? What about resting and hitching on to the ride again? What about that, really?I like songs that... Continue Reading →
Taking Down a Wall, and Building One
Over the last few years, a few people have tried to control what goes up on this blog. In ways more than one, I have found myself battling with how much I need to say, and more importantly what I need to say here. For whatever reasons, I have been at the receiving end of... Continue Reading →
Inducing Paranoia, and Consequences
I have sufficiently worried myself, and panicked myself to the edge of the grave after the health scare last week. That I haven't died is because of the patient Bookhads (and some scolding from Ut k), N, Boy, and yes, my mother. Everyone else, apart from me, is convinced that there's nothing wrong with me,... Continue Reading →
Heartbreaker
Disclaimer: This post is a vent. It might not hold true in the morning. Well, some of it at least. There is simply no other way to put this: an unexplained sadness has seized me. What about? Desertion, of some kind. Although, I don't know what it really is, here are a few assumptions. 1.... Continue Reading →
White and Hot
From a very young age, I have been acquainted with anger. I wasn't an angry child. I have just seen anger up close. I wasn't an angry teenager, either. But yes, I was a very angry young adult. Now, that I am veering towards being a 'woman' (as I would like to think) I believe... Continue Reading →
Some Day
This morning, I finished re-reading Black Milk by Elif Shafak. The first time I read it was in February this year when I was vacationing in Kerala. Back then it took me 5 hours to finish it. This time I savoured it much longer. I have come to the conclusion that this is a book I... Continue Reading →
What’s that word?
The word used to describe...when a person watches the day rise and the night fall not in silent paralysis, but as a matter of fact and yet not dismiss it. When someone goes through their daily routine with neither utter boredom nor overzealous attitude, but because they have been doing it and it's something to... Continue Reading →
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