Sprinkled Sentiments #20

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 →

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 →

Fourteen

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 →

Five

671 words Yesterday was a really long day that I was quite exhausted by the end of it to write this blog post. It was the kind of day when you don't have time to catch up with your thoughts and you are operating on auto-pilot, doing the things that you know how to do,... Continue Reading →

Remembering the Self

We simply seek to speak our truth before we get mangled by other people's bullshit ideas of us. Saira, We Are Lady Parts Finished another journal and I have done the usual, small ritual to stack it away with the others. I leafed through my own sometimes-hurried, sometimes-peaceful handwriting and found traces of the months... Continue Reading →

Of Grief & Dreams

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 →

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