A Bun and Me

Everyday, Featured, Mental Health, Writing

Oh god, I am nervous about this. It’s a nervousness that comes with worry and doubt, packed with layers of “What are you thinking?! and topped by years of insecurities. I decided to start a series that you must pay to read. Phew. Last year, when Khushi Bun came into my life, she did so […]

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2025: The Year I Fell In Love

Featured, Mental Health

I have hardly been writing here. But for some good reasons. I have the love of my life keeping me busy. Last year, I went to a rescue center in Bangalore. I had already told the rescue center head about my preferences: A dog that doesn’t jump around too much. Is calming. Preferably a Labrador, […]

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An Offering Of Love

Featured, Mental Health

In a year of miserable downers, here’s something to rejoice over. So many stories. So many writers sharing the shards of their lives. Slivers that bled. Scars that never healed. Bruises colored purple. And through it all, showing through the act of writing their story that the shards, slivers, scars, and bruises aren’t what define […]

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Be+Ing and Potatoes over Cactus


Everyday

This is a rambling post. Read at your own risk. No offence to anyone intended.    To be or not to be. Poor old Hamlet’s existential dilema has been churned into so many movies, plays, books and even greeting cards that it is exists now as one of the fastest ways to cull yourself into […]

May 21, 2010

The Air Within


Musings

Sack Saturdays. Strike it off the calender. Delete it from all records. I don’t remember a happy Saturday in my life. Think Saturday and I can only think of one old day that I came home from school to find life in ruins. Think Saturday and I can only think of a friend saying “I […]

May 15, 2010

Thirty Thoughts


Musings

It’s funny the thoughts that race through your mind when you are driving a bike through a seething crazed jungle of human traffic on wheels. Even as you are hemmed in at all angles by boorish people who apparently all have to reach their destination in the most suicidal form possible, you start thinking of […]

April 3, 2010

The D-evil


Everyday

There were no horns, no mask, not even a faint rippling memory of a blood-stain. My devil was just an unpretentious fellow, always lounging by the corner. Every day, when I passed him by, I would see him smile. And I would think to myself, “don’t you dare come to me today.” Just leave me […]

January 7, 2010

Visceral


Everyday

I woke up this morning tasting life in my mind. Feelings, emotions, thoughts all compressed into one moment. 24 hours of these moments. Intense expression. Distance suppression. It seemed like I had floated away, and all that was left of me was free to wander. And see. And think. And feel. In visceral clarity. I […]

January 2, 2010

Material World


Musings

Here I was, on the Net, this vast compendium of information. Pages and pages of all the thoughts that passed through minds. Pages of all the information on earth compressed into bit pieces and megabytes. Images of all the pictures that move through our minds. Affixed forever on the white backgrounds of metallic moments. Resting […]

September 14, 2009

Memories


Musings

Memories. Memories. Memories. All we have. Synapses of cells. Connecting the neurons of what we know with what we don’t know. My memories. My memories can fill a sieve. I sift through the cells and wander through every little path I know and traversed through these years of life. 30 years they say, is too […]

September 13, 2009

Self


Everyday

I woke up to a sea of mirages,Morning dewed andHappiness slewedThrough the dense foliage of a mindThat knows not what it seeks. A desert of waves,A chasm of moodsThat seek their wayThrough blind wordsThat play their tunesOn music that hears it not. I lost. Miserably. Despairingly.Lost the power of loveLost the laughter of magicLost myself. […]

September 7, 2009

Beyond


Everyday

Circles of sandpaper trail acrossAll the pieces of life I ownThe yawning gaps ofChurning memoriesLeaving their scars Across the internedRemains of the soul. Thousand forms of duskPart brittle tender husksMellowed in wine of the pastAnd cherished in the seed of hopeThrough the dark jagged riverFlowing green through my mind. A mind that runs its walkOn […]

September 6, 2009