When I returned home from a work dinner last week, I felt a deep sense of emptiness around me so tangible that I could almost touch it. After spending more than ten hours surrounded by a large number of people, when I stood alone in front of my cupboard to pick out my pyjamas, the... Continue Reading →
Recently, I completed the setup for a Substack titled Small Heresies to separate my opinion and essays from the musings I pen on my blog. The road to this Substack was difficult, because I didn’t want one in the first place. As someone who has been writing on this blog for over 15 years, I... Continue Reading →
I've spent the better part of November catching up on my reading, ensconced in the setting-in winter, and pondering over the purpose of my life. It has been a good, cozy, reflective month. Among other things, some highlights of this month were: Used AI to generate some writing for a friend and that night, I... Continue Reading →
How does one talk about death to a man who is infirm? What does one say? So many of my teenage years were at their house, listening to CF’s father talk about unions, mathematics, and with me, writing. Her parents were “cool enough” back then to allow both girls and boys to hang out in... Continue Reading →
I forget to make notes during the week about the things I want to say. Instead, I talk to myself and say them out loud. Then, I forget about them. Whispering nothings and mutterings to the universe is an unconscious habit. Now I understand why my grandmother used to talk to herself while washing vessels,... Continue Reading →
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 →
I am writing this after eating a delicious bowl of steaming dal khichri and air-fried chicken. I have the day off on account of a public holiday so an expanse of time lays before me unclaimed, and the afternoon laziness has come over me. After a good meal, my emotions usually reside in the vicinity... Continue Reading →
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 →
I found my copy of Orientalism when I opened my book cupboard so that my niece could help herself with any book she wanted. I thought I had given it away, but here it was musky, yellowed, reminiscent of a time when I was discovering the treasures inside bookshelves. The book is still as relevant... Continue Reading →