Pensive Piscean

Come swim in my ocean, amidst pearls and seaweed and resist the urge to drown

In my head

I make a mean stew. In my head, that is. I can take a nagging thought, dump it in a cauldron, season it with self-doubt and anger, and simmer it for days and nights. The ladle keeps turning to keep… Continue Reading →

Anatomy of a farewell

The past week has been an overwhelming one. Never had I imagined that a piece written as a form of emotional release would go viral and be read by thousands of people. I’ve received hundreds of letters from strangers in… Continue Reading →

After almost thirty years of living in Dubai, I left. Although the possibility of packing up had been hovering as a ‘someday’, the actual decision felt like an anvil hitting the pit of my stomach. I spent my last month in the city… Continue Reading →

Wonder Woman wows me

“May we get what we want, may we get what we need and may we never get what we deserve.” – An Irish toast It’s been twenty-four hours since I watched Wonder Woman and I’m still reeling from the dazzling… Continue Reading →

13 Reasons Why- Why my heart didn’t bleed for Hannah Baker

(Spoilers ahead- Do not read if you haven’t watched the show) I binge-watched ‘Thirteen Reasons Why’ a couple of days ago. Seems everyone’s been talking about it and considering it deals with an issue- mental health- that’s close to my… Continue Reading →

Selfish

Selfish. How is it so easy to throw a word and walk away. Like a grenade you leave it to explode within me -an adjective, an accusation, a perhaps truth. All these years I’ve wrung myself out for you, held… Continue Reading →

Goodbye Wilson

At the almost end of the movie ‘Castaway’, there’s the scene where Tom Hanks has built his own raft and he’s set off on it after spending 1500 days marooned on an island. Even as he’s sailing away through the… Continue Reading →

Art: Heads & Tails

Art is useless Art. A three letter word that pretentious fools like to cling on to with a desperate hope for validation. What is up with these people who stand before mish-mashed paintings that look like a collage of vomit… Continue Reading →

“I think we should be grateful to fate that we’ve emerged safely from these adventures- both from the real ones and from those we dreamed about.” “Are you quite sure of that?” he asked “As sure as I am of… Continue Reading →

The story of a brief marriage

Anuk Arudpragasam’s debut novel set during Sri Lanka’s Civil War is nothing short of a literary masterpiece. It took me longer to get through it for two reasons; firstly a slow paced story delving into Dinesh’s (the main protagonist living in… Continue Reading →

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