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Humari Billi Humi Se Meow*
L won’t read this, so I can bitch about her here. She doesn’t even know this blog exists. If she did, she would read with a straight face throughout, careful to not let me know if she liked what she was seeing. That’s why I hate her, because of how much I want her to Continue reading
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To Kill A Journalist
I decided to kill my dream of journalism the same evening that Dubai went cold. The wind was howling in my ears with the kind of chill that puts a denim jacket to shame. I knew I was going to make that decision this evening. I sensed it while I was taking a shower- which Continue reading
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Only love can save me
Last night I was so anxious, I could barely sleep. I was prepped and ready in bed by 10:30, but this sizzle in my gut (not acidity, dear reader) would not let me. I had to wake up and present a show this morning. And I knew it would not go too well. Why? Because Continue reading
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Ex-Machina And More
I saw Ex-Machina the other day, and one specific scene stuck with me- when the two men were discussing a painting that was hung on the wall. It seemed to be some abstract art, where the artist had apparently stopped thinking for a while just to paint the picture. In the discussion they were having, Continue reading
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Fear
I woke up to realise that I have been living an empty life over the past year. How can you live in a city that is not real? I have, in some weird way, allowed myself to be consumed by fear. It is ridiculous and yet so funny to see this happen. It all begins Continue reading
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How That Night Went
I have only a vague memory of this- the few sensations I could salvage from a piece of memory soaked in alcohol- it was my birthday after all. We sat on my bed, fresh sheets- a deep red with specks of gold, laid out clean and straight a few hours before. On my body is Continue reading
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The Nature of Silence
A million thoughts and ideas mock me everyday, only to come into a dead silence when confronted with an empty sheet. What to write? what to say? What to do next? Silence is a power I wish I exercised control over. But it is a blank slate I use and misuse on many occasions. An Continue reading
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The Spirit of Onam
It was best to stay away from Malayalam in school because God forbid you had the “Mallu Accent.” Dad spoke just enough English to be understood, wrote with notorious spelling mistakes, and pronounced English words in his own way with a rich Malayalam accent that could make any Linguist blush. Mom also figured it out Continue reading
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This is SUPER Funny, Dude
This is a funny piece of writing. Really, it is. Right now you are reading a line that will make you smirk. This line makes you exhale heavier, and this (little addition in a bracket has just wowed your mind.) I am telling you, this is a funny piece. There are bits and pieces of Continue reading
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