880 words Sometimes, I feel a listlessness when I have free periods of time. At others, I sit in my chair and look at the jamun tree outside my window. I know all the theory, about how we are always tuned into social media and constantly working, and that's why we cannot fully relax. Theory... Continue Reading →
354 words Twelve days of November have gone by. I am doing very well on the trapped-by-fear to-do list I created to tick off the things I haven't done because of fear and anxiety (Day Ten). I've ticked off a bunch of things so far and while I experience a fleeting sense of achievement, I... Continue Reading →
682 words I was sitting on the bench at the railway station when a young boy, holding a plastic yellow bowl, came and fell at my feet begging for alms. It was both, an uncomfortable and a horrifying experience. Who taught the little boy to fall on strangers' feet like that? Did he see someone... Continue Reading →
671 words Yesterday was a really long day that I was quite exhausted by the end of it to write this blog post. It was the kind of day when you don't have time to catch up with your thoughts and you are operating on auto-pilot, doing the things that you know how to do,... Continue Reading →
264 words Daily Schedule 7:05 am: Alarm8:00 am: Workout. Ponder over the worst things that have happened to me in the theatre of my mind 10:00 am: Use a brown eyeliner because it is softer, apply only sunscreen because it is too humid, leave for work.1:00 pm: Listen to vegetarians exclaim how they're vegetarian. Again.... Continue Reading →
I see the decapitated head of a baby in the morning on my news feed. It has been raining incessantly this day, week, year, and all the lakes in the city are overflowing. I am told to follow my dreams on the weekend, and on the weekdays, I work through my bleeding skin to pay the taxes on time. I... Continue Reading →
Dear S, This is your warning: a baked cherry tomato has steam trapped inside it and you could burn the roof of your mouth. You may loathe to write Dear at the beginning of a journal entry, but you are dear to me, nonetheless. Even if I don't show it. Even if it has been... 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 →
Or: spitting facts / stating the truth in no chronological order / that happened I hurt my right wrist during an intense strength training session. Our fitness trainer seemed to have lost her bearing on what is acceptable pressure to be applied on the human body. My hurt wrist reminds me of the persistent injury... Continue Reading →