Day 1 “But how did the exam go? Did you write properly?” Amma was carefully reading every line of the question paper, but I was already upstairs. My bag was somewhere on the staircase, books on the dining table. I wouldn’t need them for the next two months. That evening, appa drove us all to… Continue reading Summer
In the distant past of 2017, I was able to read an average of two books per month. Even with a terrible commute and long work hours and multiple social media accounts, I was happy to put aside at least two hours a day to read. And here I am today, snarling at people who… Continue reading A brutally honest booklist
“Any spot is a drop-off spot if you believe in yourself.” – Taxi Driver “If it doesn’t challenge you, it won’t change you. So when you go home crying, thank me for bullying you out of your lane.” – Bus Driver “Do one thing every day that scares you. Today, drive on a narrow one-way… Continue reading Daily Wisdom from Bangalore’s Roads
You were five when you entered Baldwin Girls’ High School. The day was a blur. You wore a pink skirt, the others wore intimidating blue uniforms. You quickly adapted as a newcomer to the world of reading and writing. Your head was bent over a notebook, clutching the page with two tiny fingers to achieve that… Continue reading The Baldwinian
I’ve built my life on two simple guidelines. Actually they don’t really guide me – I’ll just call them lines. (a) Suburban life helps us slow down, take in the fresh air and be nice to each other. (b) Likes and comments are new-age concepts set to destroy us. But suddenly, things changed. I realized… Continue reading An Exclusive Interview
For a long time, I wanted to live alone. I wanted to experience complete and total responsibility. I wanted every bit of it—the feeling of independence on a good day, the crushing loneliness on a bad day. When I finally found myself holding the keys to my studio apartment, the thrill was something else. This… Continue reading Solo Living– Blooper Edition
They say the most exciting love affair you can have is with a foreigner. And I think they’re right. As a comedian once pointed out, you’re too old and wise for sappy love letters, Boston. But like so many lovestruck letter-writers before me, I’m going to give you all the love you don’t want or… Continue reading A Wicked Good Romance
Sometimes, our enemies aren’t idiots whose favourite literature is the back of a cereal box. They’re a little too well-read, and it’s hard to insult them. But stay calm, for even they can be hit where it hurts. And today, I present to you some handy cards to burn the book-lovers. You’re welcome. And next… Continue reading Misery Cards for Bibliophiles
The other day, I was thinking about how this world doesn’t have enough love. It was a thought that made me search the depths of my soul for hours. It was a thought that inspired me to write down a little verse that goes something like this: All you need is love All you need… Continue reading Love Is All We Need
“I can’t believe he said amount of people, the idiot.” I’ve spent half a lifetime wincing at incorrectly placed commas, mixed up words, and split infinitives. “Your going home” hurts my teeth and “the city still has it’s charm” makes me crawl under a blanket. Pointing out grammatical mistakes is a thankless job, and I… Continue reading A Love Affair With Language
