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I am down to the last few pages in my daily planner and it is time to do the dreaded task of evaluating the year – what I did and didn’t do, how I failed and possibly grew, what I… Continue Reading →
My dearest friend Ami and I are sitting together on the couch, nursing our glasses of wine, listening to the song ‘Life of Ram’ from the Tamil movie 96. We have watched the video far too many and never cease… Continue Reading →
It’s a lovely eveningThe candelabras are twinklingCasting delicate shadowsA waiter seats themHands over menus They scroll through the pagesTaste buds tinglingFor the fine meal aheadEntrees, mains, dessertsSuch sumptuous choices The waiter pours wineThey sip and nodBurgundy warms them upAre you… Continue Reading →
They tell me you died. You are no more. A stray dog barks outside, the pressure cooker hisses, the television blares a news channel with men arguing over politics; all the noises distil into a single hollering in my head…. Continue Reading →
“You have a college just for music?” In a crowded bar in Mumbai, an aspiring hip-hop artist Murad (Ranveer Singh) asks Berklee student Sky (Kalki Koechlin) this question; an innocent and curious one as it may be, it’s a depressing… Continue Reading →
It is a warm and lazy afternoon. I am on my mother’s bed, listening to the ceiling fan humming, trying to squeeze in a power nap. The door is nudged open and he enters, tottering slowly to his bed, emitting… Continue Reading →
Last week I went for a pop-rock concert. After enduring two hours of Bengaluru traffic, waiting in a queue to enter the arena and using a disgusting port-a-loo, we jostled through clumps of people at varied states of inebriation to… Continue Reading →
“We all have to live with the parts of ourselves that are broken and find a way to be happy.” Sarai Walker’s book ‘Dietland’ has been adapted into a TV series with one season released so far. I haven’t yet… Continue Reading →
The earliest memory I have of honest writing was when I was 12. Although I’d kept a diary since I was eight, up to that point it composed mostly of details of – silly daily rants, tiffs with friends, boys… Continue Reading →
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