Slaughter house

I should have written this earlier. I don’t know why I have not done it yet. But if we were to believe a certain Kurt Vonnegut I did not write about it because I never wrote about it; because I will always have not written about it yet; it was just structured that way. I... Continue Reading →


Of socks and shoes, and shoes and socks

When I was 10, a doctor made me my school shoes. They were like Charlie Chaplin’s. Rounded at the tip and the heaviest I have worn. Mum was taken to the hospital that year.I once wore wet socks to school, the maid forgot to dry them. Wet socks, heavy shoes. Children only laughed at the... Continue Reading →

Mummy, jump?

Some things change you, like most things can't, I always say. Life changes from a straight line to look like a constellation, all stars not equally bright. A class you took that changed the course of your career, the way you look at things. The day you tied your hair in a messy bun and... Continue Reading →

My life has been a series of reactions

All my childhood, the feeling I remember feeling the most is anger. I know now that anger is just a manifestation of some other feeling your being refuses to acknowledge. That feeling was possibly helplessness, confusion I am not too sure yet. Nevertheless, I was angry every time papa got posted to a new city... Continue Reading →

Grey and full of sleep

I feel very weird living in in this body. It feels like so many people occupy it one after the other, at the same time. Like when you walk into a new house and look at the old tenants' stuff. You try the pants on, try to play 1-2 cassettes and mostly judge their taste... Continue Reading →

Barefoot on rugs

This is an update post, which basically means I am bringing the world at pace with what has been happening in life while I was not writing about it. At least not on the internet. I know most of my posts have become these recently, but what is a girl to do in this world... Continue Reading →

Of realisations, of routines

I have been on and off so many flights in the past few months that I can now identified familiar faces. I, this time, had a lady on my flight to and from Bangalore. I knew her, not only from her face, but from all the frill on her - her shirts, purse, footwear. You... Continue Reading →

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