Of late, I am coming across a lot of artists of Indian origin on Instagram, that are in the making. When I say, ‘in the making’ my reference is to the artists’ number of followers. For instance, there is this Delhi-based doodler whose portfolio comprises some of the ace brands in the globe. A Chennai-based […]Read More Of Personal Desires, Familial Equations, & Cynicism
I find the very thought of standing beneath the spotlight overwhelming. The conjuring image of an intense beam of illumination radiating my frizzy mane, with viewers looking upon me like I am a show-monkey of sorts who is biding her time to entertain all their anticipatory faces for their pleasure, shrinks the gut in my […]Read More I Want This and That
It is four months since I arrived in the city of Edinburgh. When I began to write this piece at first, I wasn’t sure if it was going to secure a spot in my journal or land up here for topical publishing as a blog post, for I knew not then how it might pan, […]Read More Motherhood: A Game-Changing Drama
It’s not a fancy contrivance, quitting a cushioned, conveniently secure and comfortably salaried job – despite good riddance from the mindfucking corporate politics in its wake – to choose to disburse time into chasing a contrasting ambition. I quit my job to be a writer may sound ludicrously attractive and perhaps inspiring on some superficial […]Read More Two roads diverged in a yellow wood// And sorry I could not travel both
There are ideas. And then there are none. The other evening while I was strolling through the perimeter of my apartment, I recalled at random how walks as an exercise have visited me in phases since I was a teenager. Consistency is a trait I am notoriously unfaithful to, and the saga of these walks […]Read More There are ideas. Then there are none.
While in conversation with a friend a few days ago, she mentioned she was taking a break from writing. I knew she wasn’t keen on feeding her monthly means through a full-time writing job, but it had not occurred nor prepared me to accept she had shunned the process of putting pen to paper altogether. […]Read More Who made Whom?
I believe one of the most confronting circumstances we can find ourselves in is the combination of luck, time and placement alongside the realisation of if we even belong there. It is like one of those fluky cases when you’re selected among the top submissions and called to pitch your idea, and yet you feel […]Read More Of Overwhelming compatibilities & Misplaced identities
The Introduction section in the first of the Shiva Trilogy series begins this way: They say writing is a lonely profession. They lie. I am amused by the clever wordplay in the statement, given it is coated sagaciously. However, I beg to differ with its meaning, because not every expression in this written declaration accords […]Read More Writing is a lonely process (period)
Two nights ago, I was chatting with a friend from overseas after a brief hiatus. She was shifting cities, and it had been a while since we had last talked. Generally speaking, the deed of getting in touch with people you are compatible with, however, in once a while, has this tendency of bringing about […]Read More “I don’t hate them…I just feel better when they’re not around.”
Six years ago, on May 11, I came to an unknown city with nothing more than an offer letter to join work at a multinational corporation. I was seeking job opportunities in India; I wanted to return to my homeland from the Gulf, having only begun my professional career. A family friend introduced me to […]Read More Home, at Last