"The world is too big," she said, "but that doesn't mean we stop searching."
(A dare and a desire to reconnect brought me to Tumblr today, where most everything that I thought of used to reside -- here's one of them, written by almost-18 year old me) You know how they say that when you look at the Milky Way from a hundred miles away, it’s highly… Continue reading 190612 (Blast from the past)
The year's yet to end, counting pre-hatched chickens is rarely my style, and quite certainly more things are about to take place, but it's cold outside, I am sipping hot chocolate mixed with wine, and have filled my heart with writings from when I wasn't so scared. Maybe I can kid (read: persuade) myself… Continue reading A promise towards expansion
There is no truth more universally acknowledged than the fact that time flies -- months skip, weeks jump, days whizz by. And today, inconspicuously (or, rather, due to the flurry of events catching us unawares), we were ushered into the first of the last month of the decade. And all of us was none… Continue reading Ending’s beginning/Beginning’s end
I am not okay. Yet again, I am not okay. I am angry and devastated, made both victim and perpetrator of a culture of hate and violence, of a system where judgment is made through the eyes of an undiscerning mob, a group that has made conclusions with their emotions as guide. I am furious,… Continue reading Glued together by verse
It hasn't been good lately. No, scratch that. It hasn't been good for a while. And every time I look out and am reminded of how much worse everything might be for others, I tell myself, maybe it actually has been good lately. But when I get home to my empty… Continue reading It hasn’t been good lately
I've always loved celebrating my birthday. I loved having one day every year where I can make resolutions and start anew, much more than I could restart on the first day of every year. Ever since I can remember, I would collect greetings made by people and store them away -- for safekeeping, for nostalgia,… Continue reading A quarter of a century old
[Credits to Morgan Harper Nichols for the image] Last week I caught myself thinking about how I thought I was in standstill -- the sixth month of the year and I felt I wasn't doing anything significant, and I was still me: unbelievably ordinary. It's been a sentiment I've been feeling since the… Continue reading A midyear review
I haven't written in forever. I mean, of course I have. Of course I've lifted a pen and doodled mindlessly, of course I've opened my laptop and written more deliberately -- articles of the academic kind, op-eds and such, of course I've been on Twitter and have let loose strings of thought that I… Continue reading How are yous and I am fines
Grief is such an odd thing, no? At any point during the day I could come across plenty of dogs, and I'd feel a tinge, but nothing too debilitating. If the sun's not too harsh and the owner is friendly enough, I'd even kneel in front of the dog to give him/her a pat. Probably… Continue reading Fin
Oftentimes when I reflect on the past year, I allow in my arsenal two things: a mind map, and an optimism to search for bright spots. For last 2018, both were unnecessary, because as it turns out, some years are just worse off than others. Rudimentarily, there were good times: falling in love and graduating… Continue reading The year that was
Of perpetual finds 