It was 5PM on a Sunday afternoon and the fierce Ciara storm had hit the Netherlands. I was lying on my couch at home, scrolling through all the Coronavirus updates on (of course) my Twitter feed. Here's where you might have already formed an opinion of me, so I will just have you know, I … Continue reading Anxiety soup for the virtual chicken
Manuhe manuhor babe, jodiu okonu nabhabe, okoni xohanubhutire bhabibo kunenu kuwa? xomoniya? If humans do not empathize with other humans, who will help any of us, dear friend? These lines are from a very famous Bhupen Hazarika song. We were taught this in our schools, by music teachers that frequented our homes. Our parents sang … Continue reading Roots and turmoil.
I had this epiphany after reading Tara Westover's Educated, and that is one of the many purposes that books should serve, they should make you think, they should make you do better, and they should make you want to be an absolute force of nature, a fresh change. A couple of things about the book, … Continue reading Educated.
I think these are crazy times (too optimistic a start for a change, lets go back a bit?) I think the lives we lead and the times we've had are straight-up crazy. For real, it is a miracle we're even alive. When I say we, I mean each one of us, irrespective of which corner … Continue reading Hello, I love you.
Apologies are in order I think? I have been so busy trying to fix loose ends, straighten out old bends and smoothen out the edges, that I almost forgot to check up on you, knocked on your door, but I think you must have been rather preoccupied. You stood for 10 mins at the bus … Continue reading Becoming.
Ever since I was little, my dad rubbished my (if I may say so myself) impressive report cards and told me, grades do not matter, nothing matters, the only thing that does is who you are as a person. The only thing that truly defines you is if you are a good person or bad. … Continue reading To Papa, Happy Birthday
2.5 years old. Sitting on the balcony next to the aquarium is my favorite pass time. There is a rocking chair put strategically next to the windows that seem endless to me, and the aquarium is right behind it. I love sitting on that chair, going back and forth and pretending to be in a … Continue reading Unwinding, chronologically