Protected: An Open Letter To A Closed Alphabet
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I really shouldn’t be writing a blog post now. Not mine, anyway. I should be spinning social media strategy for one client, content ideation for another, writing three structures for another client, ideating a logo for another, invoicing, paying writers, checking GST, tracking word counts, and generally acting very busy. I shouldn’t be writing anything […]
For my Sunday long runs, I usually take a very scenic route on the outskirts of Bangalore. It’s a Bangalore far away from the noise, chaos, and dust. Here, hills loom in the distance. A lake laps away lazily. Yawning puppies nip at my feet. Startled cows stop their grazing to gaze. Birds get busy […]
“I don’t know where I find resilience, honestly. Some days I find it; some days, I don’t. It looks different each day.” – Kirthi Jayakumar Late last year, I had to ghostwrite on gender gaps in technology for a celebrity client. I had been writing for this client for a while, yet I was never […]
I woke up in the morning and went for a long, tiring interval run. I messed up the run settings on my smartwatch and had to manually set intervals each time, making the run a frustrating experience. I then missed breakfast and went to meet a friend before she left for work. I spent an […]
Tucked away in the bylanes of Bangalore’s old colonial past is a quaint little bookstore cafe called Champaca. One day, a friend, who curates books there, asked me to follow their social media feed. I did, but I didn’t follow them. (Hush, don’t tell the friend). But because I had checked out their Instagram page, […]
It was a mild morning in Bangalore, overcast and heavy with the perfume of rain when I stepped out for my run. The city was yet to wake. I turned around the corner, and that’s when I saw him. A black shape curled up against a car’s tire. It was Socks, a street dog I […]
“One more drive through Bangalore’s emptied roads. One more visit to the hospital. And this time, I hope not to go back again for a long, long, long time.” That. That is what I wrote in my last blog post. We make wishes, we spin our thoughts on the fragile whispers of tomorrows, and hope, […]
One more drive through Bangalore’s emptied roads. One more visit to the hospital. And this time, I hope not to go back again for a long long long time. The last time I had gone to the hospital, I made friends with this dog there. He hangs around near the X-ray center, and is a […]