Sticky post
Here, death is guaranteed.
Thoughts from a country that turned a virus into a national calamity.
Featured image credits: reuters.com Continue reading Here, death is guaranteed.
Sticky post
Sticky post
Rains to floods to revival; A hashtag poem
Social media is the new superpower in disaster management. By heavily engaging the young and by connecting the resources from across the globe to one goal, platforms like instagram, whatsapp have proved that they can be an impeccable example of technology doing what its meant to do. Through this piece, I explore how hashtags have helped us journey from suffering to healing during tough and unprecedented disasters. Continue reading Rains to floods to revival; A hashtag poem
Sticky post
Morning Minutiae – Jan 8, 2019
A few days back, I woke up with a strange but beautiful longing for the past. While in Chennai, I had lived a fine Sunday routine. Of waking up early and grabbing that corner seat in the mess, having sambar vada or my favourite dosa with a hot gulp of coffee. After buying a cycle in the final year, all my Sunday mornings meant I … Continue reading Morning Minutiae – Jan 8, 2019
Sticky post
The color of winter
(This piece was penned last winter. But as Chennai summer has been making me yearn for the December winds, I had to come back to read this. Because sometimes words could be time machines. They’ll help you switch seasons. ) I was born on a rainy December midnight. My mother is still fond of the story, of how I began, of how I gave her ‘chills’ since my … Continue reading The color of winter
Sticky post
MY SERENDIPITY : PART 2
After you, Corridors have become my favorite home. I go there morning and night, sometimes to talk to the stars and at times, to fly love letters and kites. Sometimes, I watch the sun rise and set. Like us often, they were in love but never met. Sometimes, I watch the birds march in bands singing songs of unknown lowlands, The mother hugging her … Continue reading MY SERENDIPITY : PART 2
1
(I wrote this exactly on Jan 1 ’18 but being the little luftmensch I am, I kept it aside in my drafts and bookmarked it or something. But my New Year Resolution is to clear and clarify the clutter of my incomplete notes. Always better late than never.) Who decided what started where? Zero? One? None? Where do we begin? What is so new about … Continue reading 1
Sticky post
The five things I know how to write.
I know how to write. I write letters to lost lovers, to forgotten friends, and to abandoned alleys. I write letters to the moments I betrayed, to the chances I left astray. The date and place are insignificant. Because I think of them every night and day, everywhere and in every way. I live with them. I am them. I write shopping lists with shimmering … Continue reading The five things I know how to write.
Sticky post
My Serendipity: Part 1
I remember. I met you at a crossroad beneath one September sky, next to Cubbon where Amaltas fell by. My face dipped in diamond moonlights, Washed by wishes of dandelions flying high. Amidst busying buses and banal lives, Rusty faces went by. But I could only see one smile. A curve with a Cannabis – high. Your smile like a cozy big … Continue reading My Serendipity: Part 1
Sticky post
Forget-me-not
I was. I was eyes wide awake on a Sunday picnic in the silent meadows of Bouillon, drinking the green and all that was serene. I was ears at the Santorini seasides, spying on the in-betweens of the wave to wave sighs, On secrets that came by the shore, only to subside. I was lips, painting gardens of Holland tulips, being a momentary -van Gogh to … Continue reading Forget-me-not
My Friend-indeed
It’s only very recently that I started questioning and considering how I chose and maintained my friendships. It was one thing I took for granted 24 hours, 7 days a week until something about that changed. It took me one best friend to remind myself that it has got to change – how I see my friendships, how I let it be. Our friendship sailed … Continue reading My Friend-indeed
Recreating 90s Malayalam movies – A (really serious) study
Originally posted on Silma Reviews:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, an estranged writer starts watching her favorite movies from the 90s. It’s a period where new-gen movies have begun to destory the moral fabric of society. The people have become selective (and not collective) of movies to watch. The big Ms have fallen, Gobi is found only in Pondicherry and… Continue reading Recreating 90s Malayalam movies – A (really serious) study
