It's not. Now, that we have that out of the way. Chuski Pop is a podcast I was introduced to a couple of months ago. It is hosted by Sweety and Pappu and it is about all things desi, feminist, existential, happening, and even sexual. It's one of the three podcasts I listen to on an... Continue Reading →
Folks, this is a quick update about my blog address that I want to send out to the Internetverse. Going forward, the TLD link for this blog will be amarllyis.in and not amarllyis.com. I've made this change due to some migration in hosting so that I could be back on WordPress yada yada. For now,... Continue Reading →
I had a very knotty relationship with books this year. I suspect it had something to do with the ways in which I was struggling with identity and belonging. I have tried to blog about it, but words are insufficient at the moment. So, for now, here is a list of the books I read... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wish I was the kind of person who would be consistent to the point of boring and follow the Korean skincare routine, finish all the products I had flown in all the way from South Korea, and be predictable to myself. I wish that I was the kind of person who would leave... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This is an incoherent rant. Expectations have been set. I refuse to believe that art or literature is an adequate, all-encompassing expression for human life. It’s an excellent outlet and representative, of course, but it’s not comprehensive. Sometimes, words are inadequate to explain how we feel. Additionally despite our “open conversations” these days, I’ve observed... Continue Reading →
The first time I found myself introduced to the thought as a coherent and verbalised expression was when I read it in a letter. It was a time of great contradictions. These words came like unannounced rain washing everything and leaving behind a dampness that just wouldn’t go away. My head became clear, cold, and... Continue Reading →
You know that all characters appearing in this article are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It’s dark and uncomfortable. You’re in the middle of this darkness wondering which way life will go, which way this world will go. You were certain that the future would be a... Continue Reading →
At one point they were standing outside the house of an old man who ran the garage where they had sought help. The house was doused in the glow of a small yellow light. The man's wife was frail and yet she filled the house. Their son had just come home. This was a small... Continue Reading →
David Meyer can hear the murmur of his injured heart when he goes running. It takes him a couple of days to realise that his ears are ringing. Yes, he does have a heart condition, but not one that is so severe that its voices jump out of his chest and make themselves comfortable in... Continue Reading →
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