880 words Sometimes, I feel a listlessness when I have free periods of time. At others, I sit in my chair and look at the jamun tree outside my window. I know all the theory, about how we are always tuned into social media and constantly working, and that's why we cannot fully relax. Theory... Continue Reading →
550 words I wanted to come here and write about how the long Diwali weekend allowed me to have time for myself every single night because my evenings were free. (See Day Four for daily schedule). However, I was informed that someone I know very closely has been detected with cancer. My heart feels heavy... Continue Reading →
865 words After the incident on the railway station (Day Seven) and being part of the every day rush, I kept thinking how privilege shields you from thinking of yourself as a part of the milling, working class crowd. This is why our public infrastructure is in disrepair; because the privileged don't use it, and... 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 →
I had briefly forgotten how it feels to be defeated by one’s own life and the circumstances of reality. At times, I aspire to be the kind of person who accepts reality and goes on knowing that the world is not an ideal place and the general disposition for coping involves playing the crooked game... Continue Reading →
“But memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.” ― Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being A couple of years ago, I read a book titled A Tale for the Time Being. The book was unassuming, part of... 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 →
Three niches punctured a wall of the house To contain our weighing historical selves “A cross and a rihaal,” you said to me “Or one rosary?” I shrugged not knowing. You wanted a crucifix; I sought paint – White bulbs installed in tinted mauve niches. We couldn’t arrive at an agreement So we hung our... 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 →
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