Yes. I am that Libran woman, who ruled by Venus, has been perpetually in love with the idea of love. (Go read Linda Goodman, duh!) I've hung this in my room, because, uh, #LifeGoals 😀 - And my phone wallpaper looks like this- And you're right, I have been single all my life. Haha! To … Continue reading Of This And Other World Kalyanam
DAY 1 A message from Indra, my Tamil Ponnu- "I feel defeated." Why? "I am about to turn 24, still not cleared my NET. Or civil services, state or otherwise." Uh. Should I tell you something? You are about to be done with your M Phil and have a kickass thesis. You love literature. Are … Continue reading Accomplishment!
Starting with the first scene of the movie, it introduces us to a young girl with a promise of turning into a feisty woman in the near future. She tries to up the sartorial game by instructing the tailor to stitch up a suit with a deep cut at the back- a seemingly bold choice … Continue reading Musings Over Hindi Medium
My dearest Nanimaa turns 70 on the 21st. And here I am, lazing around in my pyjamas, thinking of what to do for her special day this time around. As some creative ideas float around in my mind, my heart is held captive by one realization. I am so, so lucky, I conclude. Not everybody … Continue reading Nanimaa❤️
Women’s Day. Not that I fervently believe in the relevance of celebrating one day for womenfolk, when it should happen all year round, it’s just that this day saw something unusual at my home. And quite an event it was. Now, now! I’ll borrow what Maharani Gayatri Devi had to say about her mother- “it … Continue reading Women’s Day! Anecdote In The Making.
And today is a special day. 1st March. It's been one year since I witnessed and experienced something magical. I am talking about my journey to the Dargah of Nizamuddin Auliya. Yes, I very consciously use the word 'journey' instead of 'visit'. For I wish to draw home the point that there was no temporality … Continue reading Journey(s)
Trishanku. I see the word emblazoned on several pages in a diary where I took down notes during a lecture, drew doodles and wrote my name in different languages, a habit which is an unmistakable characterstic of self obsessed people, I hear. Well. Why does this word chug at my heart’s strings today? I bore … Continue reading Much like Trishanku
