Journal Entries, 2016
A love poem in pieces of my heart and pages from my journal.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
A love poem in pieces of my heart and pages from my journal.
Flowers & an endless supply of pens for you, Jaideep Khare. Written for an @alphabetsambar writing exercise on Clubhouse.
Kiran Nagarkar’s legacy is making me ponder questions of dignity.
Life feels easier when you realise they don’t understand you. Can’t, won’t try & probably never will. But that is okay because when there’s no one around to live your life for you, is when you start to breathe. And you realise you don’t need anyone to understand you. It…
Gehraiyaan isn’t a great Valentine’s Day release. But it does make for some rich girltalk fodder.
I’ve always loved Mumbai but now feels like a new lease on life. A second chance to truly experience every breath.
You tell me this is what it means to loveYou say that is love, this is lovingYou point me to poetryas a dictionary for the love languageAnd therapy terminologyto dissect this feeling These my friend,are conversations about love,Not love itself(And note, that I call you ‘friend’,not ‘my love’)Because I’ve read…
It got harder and harder to write in the end of 2021 as feelings drowned me. But I managed to grab a few words & held onto them like my last hope. I just wasn’t able to be my more industrious self & blog them. Maybe I let that side…
The most uncomfortable thing about the pandemic has been living with Fearful Me. It knows no hope.
My 2021 Christmas post talks to ghosts of my Christmases past and right into a silent future under a star.