I never imagined my life as an epic. And The Lord of The Rings wasn’t even one of my favorite books. Yet, it’s odd the way things turn out, what you’re intended for and what is intended for you. At the age of 30, I pivoted my life from behind…
I wrote to all the guys who list ‘long drives’ as what they like on dating apps
When I protest misbehaviour, I’m told “that’s how other people behave with me”. Does mutual misbehaviour negate the fact that this is in fact, misbehaviour?
Healing is messy. So is art. So is living. With lots of love to @senseslenses and @shaunakde for helping make my life & healing, art. My journey in watercolours.
Bombay Begums follows a formula of casting, tropes & production values. But it brings up some interesting questions.
Do we invest any pride in the act of asking? Ask.
Returning to a book I first read nearly a decade ago made me think about how many times I truly had that last chance.
Of all the readers in the world with whom to bond over LOTR, I never expected one to be my teacher.
Hate, violence, abuse – these breed more of their own when left unchecked. I say this stops with me.
The pandemic confused our relationship with time. What does it mean to be mature? Do we fit into our generations?