What is the measure of wisdom but the capacity for kindness? Towards oneself more than anyone else. Followed by everyone else. *** I am considering buying a concealer, a new addition to the fathomless sea that is supposed to be a woman's make up kit. It starts small. It starts with a lip gloss. Every... Continue Reading →
Many moons ago, a switch went off in my brain and I was compelled to become this person who had to do something productive every single day to survive. It could be an hour of exercise, writing in my journal, cleaning my cupboard, reading a book or an essay that lends something to my writing... Continue Reading →
Earlier this week, I found myself completely unstitched, and then sewed up back again by the end of it. While trying to keep up, I thought of Kintsugi and what it would mean to glue our broken souls with liquid gold. If we could see souls, all of us would be walking skies with glowing... Continue Reading →
“What is the worst thing that ever happened to him?” her sister asks her. And the answer is nothing ever has. “That’s the problem,” she says. “He’s just a nice boy from Ohio. He has no idea how to fix something like this.” - Dept. of Speculation, Jenny Offill In a commencement speech, Joseph Brodsky,... Continue Reading →
I have a 10-piece Steadtler colored pens box, which when turned the right way, turns into a pen stand. It's so simple, it's God-damn genius. Just that I misplaced the pink color pen while at an event in office. I try not to think about it as the incompleteness of the box is gnawing to... Continue Reading →
I have always maintained that people are fascinating. Of course, they're tedious and messy too, but only the ones whom you don't know. This post is about the things people in my life have said to me during conversations and for some reason or other they have stuck. Obviously, I will not leave their names in... Continue Reading →
"You know what is the best thing about this city?" "The fact that it lines up against the sea?" "Yes. That's what makes Mumbai so special. I'm not sure it would be half the place that it is if it weren't for the Arabian Sea," I said. I was with a friend at Marine Drive.... Continue Reading →
It’s in there. Right there where all those precious treasures you possess belong. It’s been there for as long as you’ve known. No one has put it there. Not anyone that you know of. It lies in a cushioned bed of pink, of red, of blue, of white or any colour of your choice. And... Continue Reading →
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