Agni
Random impressions of fire safety brochures used to lie around the house. All of them came flooding in when Agni came visiting.
Random impressions of fire safety brochures used to lie around the house. All of them came flooding in when Agni came visiting.
Last month, someone I worked with died. I was his boss. He was only 25. In memory of Sidhant Talpade, a good friend and the loss I did not expect.
I started with a wish and turned it into a story. This is a revised version after Kavita Bhanot’s workshop on fiction writing.
I thought inspiration could only come from the young. But rejuvenation comes from those who have weathered it already. I had a little reminder.
I was at the hospital last week. This particular time reminded me of several other visits where I didn’t have the space to think. Had I just been anesthetized?
I kept a diary for 4 years till I transitioned into blogging all my thoughts.I have still kept those diaries though and once in a while I look through to see what life was like then.Some excerpts from my last diary that I called ‘A walk back into reality’: ———————————————5…
There was a death. And I watched who was allowed to grieve and who was required to show strength. It made me ponder masculinity.