After a point of time, even I get bored of hearing myself tell the same stories but to different set of people. As if explaining my life to different people is a desperate measure to be understood. They’re the same stories — about a food not eaten, an anecdote from my past, the literature festival... Continue Reading →
One of the things I love about mornings in my neighbourhood is how life trickles out on the streets and flares open to savour the day. I usually don't go out on weekday mornings, but on a weekend, I convince myself to let go of my inertia just to experience a taste of the revelry... Continue Reading →
I Don’t Wanna Know
It seems to me that it has been a long time since I blogged about the ongoings of my life. In past blogging excursions, I have felt the need to embellish the fact with fiction to make the recounting palatable. It wasn't always this way on this blog. I was more forthcoming, less concealing, more... Continue Reading →
Second Hand Living
I bring out an old bottle of transparent nail varnish and polish my nails with it to dissuade myself from biting my nails close to the skin. It hurts when I touch the keyboard, wash the thousandth vessel of the day, and when I accidentally graze my hands against the desk. I pray with the... 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 →
The People Beyond Our Doors
He went in the future and made startling sounds that would spin for hours. Sometimes he would chew the color of not long before. He was broken. He won't show it to anyone but you. Let him come in.
...we should stop punishing each other for the way we feel.