Sixteen years. Happy sweet sixteen to my blog. At this point, I am chronicling my life experiences and indulgences on here; I am also documenting the trials and travails of living. This is my organic, beautiful, and sometimes, unsure space for being who I am. The rest of the blogging world has moved forward to... Continue Reading →
quick scribbles: 19.12.25 / taken time off from work / wrapping up my reading for the year / one book to go / trying to ignore the motes of dust that fall copiously on everything in this neighbourhood / still in love with trees / Saw Shrinking on Apple TV and realised all one wants... Continue Reading →
I've spent the better part of November catching up on my reading, ensconced in the setting-in winter, and pondering over the purpose of my life. It has been a good, cozy, reflective month. Among other things, some highlights of this month were: Used AI to generate some writing for a friend and that night, I... Continue Reading →
short notes: 16.11.25 / been here and there / watching the TV series Dark and having my mind scrambled / religiously reading every day to meet my reading goal for 2025 / bought new lenses for experiments with photography / submitted poems / acclimatising to the onset of winter / ❄️ 🍜
500. I don't like going to the mall on a weekend. The crowd makes me feel lonely. I also don't like having to wait in long lines at the changing rooms. I also don't like crowds. 499. Lately, I am trying to watch movies which remind me why cinema has been cinema. It is an... Continue Reading →
How does one talk about death to a man who is infirm? What does one say? So many of my teenage years were at their house, listening to CF’s father talk about unions, mathematics, and with me, writing. Her parents were “cool enough” back then to allow both girls and boys to hang out in... Continue Reading →
Book 10: Stoner by John Williams There is fervour in the reviews and recommendations of Stoner; people seem to think it is a fantastic book. They don't say much more than that. While I was reading it, I had forgotten its rave reviews until I reach smack dab in the middle of the novel. It... Continue Reading →
Book 9: Madonna in a Fur Coat by Sabahattin Ali At this point, I have forgotten who or what social media recommended this book to me. It was probably a GenZ trend, a poetry group where I am a lurker, or Reddit. Nevertheless, I went into this book the way you enter into gullies unintended;... Continue Reading →
These days, I tend to think a lot about the purpose of my life in an oddly mystical and spiritual way. I think about finding what makes my soul resonate and sing, and nestle myself into that space. Stories about people who have dedicated their lives to their passion inspire me once again. Greta Thunberg... Continue Reading →
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