On some days writing like this is a privilege. I have enough space in my head to sit and feel. Working through words that may or may not make sense, but just to form sentences and stitch together words that mean more than what you see is nothing but the sheer luxury of a mind that is now beginning to understand.
Leave a CommentGifts do not matter when it comes to people who matter. But what do you get them when you want to get them something?
Leave a CommentThe distance that separates us from those we love beyond the household cannot be mapped anymore. It could be a cab ride or a flight, but you cannot meet them. You cannot sit next to them and hug them. You miss them and hearing their voice over the phone, and the face on the screen does not feel enough.
Leave a CommentI am not a huge fan of winter. Chilly winter mornings are one of the last things that get me excited. Yet, as I sit down in my dorm room, cribbing about the butter that refuses to melt, I realize it’s the beginning of Chhath Puja.
Leave a CommentWe all have origin stories. Some that get circulated in the family as the only story that could be associated with you no matter how old you are. And some that aren’t spoken of very often.
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