Fortune

Every morning, she pulls herself out of the rabbit hole, climbs down her bed, and gently lands on her feet. The remains of the previous night are scattered alibi on the floor — worn out stationery, money gone out of circulation, handwritten telephone diaries, the wreckage of old friends. Who made this mess? Where are... Continue Reading →

Stranger Things

The rains had just begun to depart and a careless breeze was flowing over the silver fern on the hill that I could see from the tall window. She was in a cafe in Lahore gathering her thoughts, wondering what to do next now that she had graduated, drinking her coffee. I was in the... Continue Reading →

A Familiar Place

How do you know that a conversation has gone to hell? They ask you whether you have eaten. Here’s the thing — I’m all for talking about soaps, satellites, and satsumas — but never ever ask me, even as a conversation filler, if I have eaten. Never. I do realise “Have you eaten?” is now... Continue Reading →

Published Work

[Updated: 15 August 2018]  It has finally occurred to me to post links to my work published elsewhere on the Web. I hope to keep this as a live blog post, updating it as and when the time arrives. Hopefully, there will be more. 🙃 Memorized (Short Story) (Coldnoon) A short story told using the... Continue Reading →

It’s Raining Men

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 →

Quick Update

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 →

Book List 2017

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 →

I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker

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 →

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