Personal stories
Today I scribbled something on my palm after about ten years. And I am hating the ink which has not gone even after two rounds of washing hands. I remember how no day used to pass during those school years without ink all over my left palm. I remember sometimes I even showed off my … Continue reading Dull Afternoons
Can you do it?Can you let go of your weekends?Can you give up on all the things that do not add value?Can you take the heat?Can you take more pressure? CAN.YOU.DO.IT? I have to do it. Continue reading The Big Question
There are times when you ignore things people say about you or your identity. And there are times when you defend. As a Delhiite, I have, on most occasions ignored the things people have said about me – some juvenile, some seriously condescending – simply because more often than not it is pointless to argue … Continue reading A Defence!
I believe that one does not need to be a geek to appreciate the beauty of boolean. I especially love it since school when it was the only thing in maths that was easy to score in. The zeros and ones, for me, also relate to the dots and lines of the hinduism universe at … Continue reading Boolean
I want to write. I want to let it flow. I want to frame proper sentences, not join a noun, adjective and a verb. I know what is happening to my universe right now. I know it is a circle, the origin of which I cannot locate. I could hope that knowing about it would … Continue reading For The Love of White
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