Personal stories
One could easily miss the sharp and narrow turn in the winding road. In fact, within metres it changed to a gravel path, with sunflower fields on the left and small homes on the right, which seemed like they’d been there for centuries. The sunflowers were a clear sign of the past two months of … Continue reading Dreamy
I was a fussy child who could not develop a taste for any foods. My vegetarian food universe was limited to potatoes, yoghurt and bread. One argument in favour of that is it’s a non-fuss peasant’s meal. But when that’s all you eat, the body (and the mother) cries in ways you don’t want to … Continue reading My understated love for daal (or dahl/dhall as known in London)
I have been a non-resident Indian (NRI) for four years. And that has defined a vast majority of my circumstances and actions throughout this time. Everything from my ability to vote for the British parliament to being at the receiving end of puzzled looks for pronouncing words differently from how they’re said outside India – … Continue reading NRI
What is the ideal distance between reality and imagination? If we consider a basic two-dimensional axis, with reality plotted at 0, how far out can we stretch in either direction before losing sight of the 0? Continue reading Frames
Do you ever experience that feeling where most things you hear seem obvious, and most things you (want to) say also seem obvious? Obviously, that leaves a lot of room for silence, but silence isn’t easy to deal with for most people. Whether it’s the professional world or personal spaces, many individuals tend to fill … Continue reading Stating the obvious
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