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Fragile and Lovely: An Ode to Friendship
This one’s for my friends. For the ones who have been, the ones who are, and the ones who will be. (Photo by Guillaume Hankenne via Pexels.com) This piece has been brewing for a while now, although I didn’t know that I was going to write it till a few minutes back. What catalyzed my…
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Musically Messy
Lately, I have been trying to confuse my Spotify algorithm. Yeah, I know. We usually try not mess up our feeds, as I sternly told my friend who sent me a reel from a film that I absolutely do not want in my algorithm. But well. When I started Spotify, I picked on songs that…
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A Few Thoughts on a Couple of “Bisarjan” Paintings
Disclaimer: I have never been and never will be an art critic. These are just some thoughts I had. Also, this post has stewed in my head for about a month because procrastination. Some time ago, around the end of Durga Pujo, someone in my timeline shared this 1882 painting by George Gidley Palmer depicting…
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Waves
From the archives… (found this piece in my rejected pile, August 2016) You go to the end of the world. Meet people. Have adventures. The waves bring you back. You try to keep in touch, your heart still echoing to the beat of far-off seas. Nothing is ever going to be the same again. Waves.…
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A Jumble of Thoughts
In the parking lot, the fallen leaves flew around in that strangely sad afternoon light with it’s detached indifference. I felt tired. Tired of thinking, tired of being myself, tired of the slight heaviness that weighed upon my heart in a constant throbbing ache, tired of how the ache rose up to my throat, tired…
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Happy New Year: Counting My Blessings
Photo by Kostiantyn Li via unsplash.com Yesterday, I was returning home from vacation and the whole dislike for waiting rooms and the existential dread of yet another year ending, with the reminder of all our forever dissatisfactions sent me off on a spiral of longing and wishes. Which is fine, I guess. After all, this…
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The Waiting Hall: New Year’s Eve
On the last day of the year, we came down from the mountains at the end of our little winter vacation. As the car pulled into the ‘Drop & Drive’ lane, I felt the stirrings of a vague sense of anxiety.
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