quick scribbles: 19.12.25 / taken time off from work / wrapping up my reading for the year / one book to go / trying to ignore the motes of dust that fall copiously on everything in this neighbourhood / still in love with trees / Saw Shrinking on Apple TV and realised all one wants... Continue Reading →
short notes: 16.11.25 / been here and there / watching the TV series Dark and having my mind scrambled / religiously reading every day to meet my reading goal for 2025 / bought new lenses for experiments with photography / submitted poems / acclimatising to the onset of winter / ❄️ 🍜
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 →
Confronting Mortality and Wonder
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 →
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 →
In the In-Between
One morning last week, I was looking forward to working from home. I thought that I would gather the pockets of time left over for myself and do something I enjoy -- read a book, watch a show, or start writing my new essay. However, due to the cloudy, grey downpour all day, I gave... Continue Reading →
On Loneliness and Learning
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 →
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 →
The Minutes Come to Pass. Slowly.
The other day I was trying to record a video of myself talking and I wasn't able to do it successfully. I'm unable to jump onto the talk-to-the-camera bandwagon but I try, and I fail. I wanted to talk about the new "cool-girl" phenomenon as I call it; about how we're all expected to be... Continue Reading →
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