Isn’t being authentic enough that we now want to be radically so?
There are two kinds of people : the ones who make lists for everything and the ones who abhor list making. I firmly belong to category one. I feel that lists are made not just by type As but by perfectly normal procrastinators as well. List making is in fact an art form. There is plenty of poetry… Continue reading Let Me Count the Ways
I wonder, awestruck, what it must be like to read Tagore on the banks of a river. That expanse of water, shimmering in the sun and the gentle breeze, bringing in a sense of calm. I wonder, what it must be to read, to muse, to dream away. To know that I have a few… Continue reading Reading Tagore
Writing is my favourite form of creative expression. Yet, there are invisible boundaries that make me too aware of the lines that are drawn in our minds through our culture and the circumstances of life. What we experience, we crystallise within. We become what we have thought about and done. And the ‘thought about’ is… Continue reading The Unseen Boundaries
The witness to my creative process is also the reason for my block. One moment I might be writing, thinking over the words and the next I am engaged in an imaginary conversation with my reader. I explain this and that, things I might have wanted to elaborate upon but left out for the sake… Continue reading Witness
Mad Libs at a party is fun but on a workday when you text people to suggest an article, an adjective and a noun; the common reaction is ‘huh?’ You then send them a screenshot of the Daily Post prompt, all the while reassuring them that no, this is not a personality test. Your phone… Continue reading The Black Rock
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