This sub-category is like a personal blog for writers. Writings primarily based in personal experience are part of this.
Ever since the COVID lockdown started, I came across a lot of social media posts about how this forced isolation could be a blessing in disguise. People were gushing about how Shakespeare had written ‘King Lear’ in quarantine, Isaac Newton had done groundbreaking research when he had to spend a year in isolation to avoid…
Growing up is a slow process. The pace at which we age, is mostly determined by the speed at which a tired out ancient planet moves around a hot ball of gas. We tire and retire along with it. In the process of narrowing down definitions trying to figure out whether we have grown up…
I was pacing in my dining room today, agonizing over my Ph.D. research questions when suddenly I spotted a large dark shape in my neighbor’s backyard. I stopped and looked again to see what the shape was and found a peahen standing on top of a concrete fencing post, staring off into another backyard. It…
Playing a sport had no space in the culture of the town or the household I grew up in. Watching a sport, yes. Obsessively commenting on it, double yes. But playing, nope. Choosing it as a career, blasphemy! Nevertheless, the sportsman in me never shied away from showing his passion to my family. I had…
In a country where women are worshiped as goddesses, we never realized when all that gender bias kicked in. In India, marriage is believed to be a sacred union of two beings. The two come together, take vows to be there for each other in sickness and in health, and decide to spend the rest…
These social media stalkers (monsters in disguise) are increasing in number day by day, like zombies, infecting others and making their victims suffer from mental agony. It is unlikely that such malicious behavior is removed by imposing strict laws.
A flag is a necessity for all nations. Millions have died for it. It is no doubt a kind of idolatry which would be a sin to destroy Gandhi Earlier in May an year ago, travelling from Bangalore to Srinagar, I planned to visit Amritsar, Amritsar is a holy city, for Sikhs, famous for its…
I met a girl once who loved visiting beaches. She rejoiced in finding a quaint little spot to sit in solitude by the shore, grab a handful of sand and watch it let loose as the water took it away. She once took me with her, and I was amazed at what I saw then. …
“What the actual fuck are you talking about?!” I had gotten up to drink some water in the middle of the night. I switched on my data to go on Whatsapp. One of the chats was from my friend in Sacramento, US. Him: Rekha! OMG! Kobe Bryant died. My gasp was audible. I couldn’t believe…
Sometimes all you need is a spark to start a wildfire. Samuel Taylor Coleridge found that spark in opium. Rabindranath Tagore found him, in the raindrops falling on the leaves. I would make myself a laughing stock if I compare myself with these literary greats, but I found mine on my way back from a…
I first heard this term ‘homely girl’ in 2002, when my friend Ritu got married. She was only 23 then. Her sister’s brother-in-law liked her very much and so proposed her for the marriage. After completing her bachelor’s, Ritu was married off to that guy. Later I came to know that the person liked her,…
Like all lovers, they too had a language of their own. And their love was violent. Now, she gets turned on by the smell of burnt weed or nicotine because it smells like him. The way his thirsty tongue rolls down her throat and slurps her up like soup, leaves her wanting to cling onto…
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