The anti-thesis Why do I travel? I find myself asking this question a lot. Is it because there is a checklist to tick off and then fuck off from the face of the earth? That can't be it. Why do I travel? What do I seek? What do I remember and what do I take … Continue reading Skip a little, jump a little.
Things used to be simple. The set of ethics used to fit into black and white boxes. Nowadays I make it a point to mention to new people I meet, that honesty matters. Let's be honest, have the time of our lives and then go our own way. Charades are inconvenient. But then I think … Continue reading In fidelity
The thought of going back to school wasn't effective enough to instill the " down memory lane" nostalgia. Of late I've become quite an unemotional and distant individual. But this strange thing happened. Love is a funny thing. And so very strange. Having left the conference and the campus behind, I have this funny little … Continue reading Funny little thing called love
"I'm burning through the sky yeah Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit I'm travelling at the speed of light" Supersonic person. The fluctuations in my levels of optimism scares the hell out of me. Say you're breezing down the road on a bike, you're in control, and then suddenly out of … Continue reading The problematic peak of pre-pessimism
18:05: The lonliest part of the day. The part that makes you want to....makes you want to what? Belong? Be asked? How does it work? What happens when you put a face to that lonliness? Start having endless conversations with her in your head? Validations. What if it's not mere lonliness? You know how the … Continue reading 18:05
They say you can be anybody you choose to be in a city so huge. Step onto a local, stand by the door, see the city whizz past you. The rushing air almost dislocates your limb. But you like the numbness. For ten stations in between on a fast local, you can even fly. In … Continue reading Lost and Found
The bursts of euphoria in your head. The memories of the firsts wading into the thoughts of could be-s. The molecules implore you to run out, pass through. Steal a glance. Convince yourself. She exists. The repeated splashing of water, wiping your glasses when you look up and the haze tells you that it's not … Continue reading The possibility of being
The 'safety' pin, overgrown nails, the palpable pressure of the aggression you never knew existed. One sharp prick, enough pressure, and there it goes. I dislike the sound. I dislike the impact. I like balloons. In shapes and colours. Especially the ones that refuse to stop the sky.
City of stars. It's a murky blue. I assume it's a blue. Stroke one. Stroke three. And then then finally the light from the stick goes out. Reality? It's just a grey. If you stare hard enough, there probably is a star. It's not shining bright. The stick. Fifteen INR. That's what shines bright. And … Continue reading But where is the city of stars
Disclaimer. This post is not about 'how to photograph the moon'. Neither is it about "amazing super moon shots". In retrospect, I don't even know if the photos will amount to something post processing. So, I found myself on top of a hill after having almost run for five kilometres to reach in time. That … Continue reading The ghostly galleon