"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
There hasn't been any dearth of information whenever I've googled about menstrual cups. The roadblock? When I type in questions like: where do I find it in India? Even though big houses sell it, they were out of stock and I was finally redirected to a site which goes by the name of shycart.com. I … Continue reading Let It Flow!
I've been a terribly fussy birthday person. I get depressed and overtly self critical and end up thinking that people around me are being fake for the sake of the day. Till last year, I used to believe that it's not a life worth celebrating. Have things changed drastically that I don't feel that way … Continue reading A normal day
In a few hours, the otherwise "too big for one soul" house will be bustling. Maybe I'll not have time to gather my thoughts. Maybe I should write now. I've promised myself that I'll write a letter to my older self every year. I must feel braver. I must know that I tried. And thus, … Continue reading A November morning