Don't bring this to my dad's notice, please.
The long journey from plate to acceptance
I have never felt as much urgent boredom as I did today. It wasn’t that I had finished a stubbornly mediocre semester with not a bang but a whimper, it was only that I was a little caught up in making my own versions of what I didn’t want to do. Today was supposed to … Continue reading The Need for Story
Correct me if I’m wrong but most people like hugs. They might not be comfortable with being hugged at any time and by all kinds of people, but their aversion is not to the actual hug but to the breach of their personal space. I want to be like a hug. Not the uncomfortable … Continue reading Data Points!
my audition piece to a literary society I might have played a little part in founding
Hi, Charles? One s-shot of your strongest To celebrate my descent into debauchery Just one, please, I’m on a shoestring budget That my parents continue to oversee I’m not that old, just turning 20 With mounting student loans -drinks-that was a refreshing beverage I feel my insides burning in hell I think I could try … Continue reading Debauchery
I write to my 30 year old self to feel less bad about turning this decade.
Many would argue that keeping mice these days is a tricky hobby given the ubiquity of cat owners and the relentless friends of cat owners who wish to at least be tolerated, if not patronizingly accepted by their friends’ cats in order to gauge if they should get one themselves. This house in the bylanes … Continue reading mice 🙂
Call me a pragmatist But what is Paris but a feeling Built on inadequacy and imaginations With streets you’re expected to Rue Pickpockets smoother than the chocolat Cafes full of fanciful bread and wine A modern fantasy isn’t it Just like the art that sits on walls For you to be vexed at A mere … Continue reading Paris Is A Hoax