I need to start this post with a question to all the writers out there: How many stories can you write at the same time? Or how many different kinds of writing can one possibly do at one phase in life? I am curious. And I am not looking for an "easy" answer here. If... Continue Reading →
"You know what is the best thing about this city?" "The fact that it lines up against the sea?" "Yes. That's what makes Mumbai so special. I'm not sure it would be half the place that it is if it weren't for the Arabian Sea," I said. I was with a friend at Marine Drive.... Continue Reading →
Recently, I was in Hyderabad. The first time in a new city is like a clean slate. What impression it casts on you is something you might take away for life. I loved how the non-intrusive city provided me with the anonymity that I was yearning for. Everywhere I went, people did not seem to... Continue Reading →
Segments of dun-coloured time. A casual, wayward glance. Piling up of unwritten poems. Not picking up the chance. Peeling off the calendar, just because I should. Walking down least resistance, just because I could. Insipid storytelling. Sporadic laughs at sordid events. Insincere attempts unyielding. No surprises at consequence. Driving down to the city, because it's a Monday... Continue Reading →
This week, in one word, has been draining. Draining. On Monday, the auto drivers were on strike, and I was rather happy. For the sole reason that there would be no traffic on the roads and commuting would be lesser of a pain in my back. (I have a back ache problem. And I'm not... Continue Reading →
I've been living in a city for some time now. The city I have lived in, is like any other—busy, crowded, pseudo-purposeful, full of chaos, and hurried. While no one looks at the clouds above in a city, they exist. Even though no one acknowledges the forgotten trees that abound, they stand quietly in the... Continue Reading →
At times, when I have nothing to do at work, when I'm totally vela, when I'm not in the mood to write/read/get up from my chair, I read my blog. Not out of a narcissist kind of way, but to reflect on what I write about. To read it from an outsider's point of view.... Continue Reading →
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