Tomato became a comfort fruit way back in college, I think. We used to go to my childhood friend's house after college (which I detested, by the way) and make Maggi noodles in a chopped tomato and red chilli powder simmer. It was a dish my childhood friend made for us for many years every... Continue Reading →
While washing my hands today, I was thinking who can I go to, who will listen to me talk about the hurt in my heart? As if I had never thought of this before my mind told me to come to this blog. I had completely forgotten about the presence of my blog in my... Continue Reading →
Sunday Afternoons are Escaping The Sunday afternoon dips its toes quietly in rose water and stays there looking at the purple flowers escaping from stories inside books. They overstayed in their desire to be found and when no one came, slipped away to find new homes, peeping into this poem, that mosque, this hill where... Continue Reading →
Things I Would Tell You If You Hadn't Gone Away For my weekly horoscope, the tarot reader pulled out a Four of Wands card. It means that I have lost my religion. If you add half a teaspoon of jaggery sugar in a cup of black coffee, it becomes easier to swallow on a wounded... Continue Reading →
A garden variety of terrible things have happened to me this year. So, when I write this, I am not coming from a place of cocooned comfort and sitting on a pink cloud with harps playing in the background. I feel it is important to say this because everyone has us believing that our capacity... 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 →
Say, one day, you hang your identity on a peg, carry your wounds knotted up inside you, an intricate maze, and walk into a new city.Say, you fail to notice the old branches floating down new rivers carrying ants on their backs, you sidestep the fallen yellow leaves that the trees shook off of themselves, and you pay no mind to the... Continue Reading →
A tourist in your own despair.Lorrie Moore A packet of filter coffee powder has been lying in the fridge for close to 5 years or so. At 3:39 in the afternoon, I boil some water, leave the hot water dripping over the powder and then forget about it completely. By the time I realise, it... Continue Reading →
