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 →
Civilization
Occasionally, I sit in the darkness of the night and look outside the floor-to-ceiling window as the rest of the city houses go to sleep, one by one. In those moments of silence, I begin to untangle the fairy lights of my mind. I try. And when the last house has shut its lights, I notice... Continue Reading →
The Burden of Idealism
It was late at night and the sector had gone to sleep. The shops were closed and the only sound that punctuated my inchoate thoughts was that of typing on my keyboard. My friend was having trouble with a software. Both of us had been up with the lark and had worked through the day... Continue Reading →
Wish Upon a Star
When I was younger, I used to spend time looking at the night sky. I used to look at the stars and feel a fascination flow through me. Whenever I did this, I felt someone up there was watching us. Someone who was so happy that he wanted me to share his happiness. Someone who... 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 →
Losing
Rudyard Kipling set an impossibly tall order for 'man' with his poem 'If', and by all means it's a poem that could replace all religious texts. There is a lesson laced in every line of that poem. Not one word too much, not one word too little, it's just right. Right like that wish granted... Continue Reading →
Niceness, chivalry, and all that jazz
I believe in fried potato. I believe in watching tv shows on the tv instead of the laptop. So, when I sit down to write, I think of Christina Yang kicking some serious ass on Grey's Anatomy and I'm munching on chips, it should come as no surprise I'm in a happy space in my... Continue Reading →