I found an old copy of First Term at Malory Towers. I knew better than to open it when I was drowning in work, but bad decisions are stronger than the voice of reason. The book began with “Darrel Rivers looked at herself in the glass” and suddenly released a flood of memories. Before I… Continue reading Midnight Feasts, Moon Face, Magic
The internet is very kind. It uses lists to convince us that we’re insane/ madly in love with the wrong person/probably going to jail. If you refuse to admit you’ve succumbed to the listicle trend, stay on your high horse and laugh at us lesser beings. I’ll be the bigger person here and make a… Continue reading 24.5 Hilarious Ways to Read This
Storytellers love to base horror stories on my job. I don’t blame them – a ghost will probably make things more interesting here. You see, I work at a magazine stand/candy shop, where kids and adults scream at each other until enough candy and mindless gossip is supplied. In a story, I’d probably walk to work on… Continue reading Viewing Deck
A journey of many years To her four year old self, her teacher was a demigod. Nothing made her happier than handing “Miss” a clumsily wrapped present, or taking home a progress report she couldn’t read but knew was great – it had a star on it, see? She loved going to school, bursting with… Continue reading Lessons
I grew up in a family that breathes cricket, so I’ve learnt a few things. I know you should scream “six!” and “four!” at the screen every few minutes. I also know you shouldn’t scream such things during a math exam. But those were childhood lessons, and twenty years later I decided it was time… Continue reading Red, White, Not So Blue
As a professional online stalker and certified creep, I’ve read a number of articles (fine, memes) on the introvert-extrovert relationship. And all I have to say to extroverts is this – you poor things. You’ve been declared shallow minded and pointlessly loud as opposed to us profound souls. Meanwhile, we maintain a thoughtful expression and… Continue reading The Club Can’t Even Handle Me Right Now!
I walked back into school after a long time. While it feels great to drive a car and have fancy ‘college’ conversations, it doesn’t beat meeting an old teacher and realising time never touched her one bit. Like every nostalgic semi grown adult, I smiled wisely at the children running around and decided those really… Continue reading Walk, Don’t Jog
Don’t think I haven’t been watching you. You feel uprooted and lonely, and the beauty of another country has taken a stray weekend of your time, but obviously done nothing else to steal your love. Every time you hear a strange accent, you feel a pang. You want to be greeted with “what’s up bob”… Continue reading Love, Bangalore