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 →
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 / ❄️ 🍜
Confronting Mortality and Wonder
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 →
Where Does This Train Take Me?
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 →
Newfound Roads and Shades
As someone who has started driving in my Indian city, I see things that have no business being on the road. I am way past romanticising organised chaos; I cannot abide. This newfound skill has unlocked a new pathway in my brain which has given way to a whole host of emotions. At this point,... Continue Reading →
Letter to my Friends
Things that happened: This week my horoscope said that I should not make myself so vulnerable to criticism that it becomes a wound, and this is why I still read the particular horoscope app because it provides much needed advice thrown away inside of a poignant and polite paragraph meant only for me. Yesterday, I... Continue Reading →
House of Memories
I am afraid that words will abandon me one day. It is my greatest fear. Words are how I make sense of life, of every day labour, of transfiguring love and the thought of losing them fills me with dread and unarrived grief. They say that one day the words of the Qur’an will be... Continue Reading →
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