Three little birds sat on my windowAnd they told me Idon't need to worry During the year-end holidays, I took a different approach to deal with my homebody self, absence of travel plans, and general sense of loneliness that singles face in such times of merrymaking. I made a list of things that I’ve been... Continue Reading →
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 →
264 words Daily Schedule 7:05 am: Alarm8:00 am: Workout. Ponder over the worst things that have happened to me in the theatre of my mind 10:00 am: Use a brown eyeliner because it is softer, apply only sunscreen because it is too humid, leave for work.1:00 pm: Listen to vegetarians exclaim how they're vegetarian. Again.... Continue Reading →
I know that the stories are true — That when things go wrong, other things get betterThat between the two worlds, in an unnamed space, a story resides and belongs to no one but itselfThat when the wound is nursed with frozen ice, it thaws a little; changes from stubborn to willing to talk about... Continue Reading →
475. I wonder if the night is old and wise. Or if the night is fresh and undiluted. Because it is a new night every time. Or: the notes I make inside my journal. 474. I am hugely grateful to Spotify / YouTube Music for using the Urdu script to display the lyrics whenever they're... Continue Reading →
450. If there's the F-word in a song, it immediately puts me off. For the life of me, I cannot understand why a song needs to have the F-word in a regular context. I'm not even going to try and unpack this for myself. 449. Today, I recalled something I had forgotten. Last year, I... Continue Reading →
A list of promises we must make ⁃ To unlearn the prejudices handed to us by our elders ⁃ To be seen. By ourselves. ⁃ To hold on to our anger and to let it sediment into a China cup. ⁃ To pour that cup away. ⁃ To plant a tree. ⁃ To expand ourselves... Continue Reading →
425. I think something is off in Ocean Vuong's book 'On Earth We are Gorgeous Briefly'. I know the world and its sisters have loved it, but I tend to feel that the sparing use of full sentences put me off reading it. No sweat. I will pick it up again in this month and... Continue Reading →
400. I have to admit it somewhere, so it might as well be here. I read a major chunk of Refusing Heaven and I didn't understand a major chunk of it. What I know from this experience is that I still have learning to do. And that makes me happy. For isn't it wonderful to... Continue Reading →
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