time's fool
Another sick morning. Bad cold. Jammed throat, heavy head, a heavier heart and eyes that won't stop watering.I sit on the single sofa with my head tilted...
movies and books
Welcome to ekchidiya by me, anandi. journalist | proud Rahul Dravid-era person | #littérateur | a cinephile | pluviophileSign up now so you don’t miss the...
Friends, Romans, countryppl, lend yourself your senses
Taking an auto in Delhi right after the rains, right after the giant saffron sweep, this exhilaration on the roads, this gushing on the faces of auto and...
an interview with a writer
Translated from Kannada by Tejaswini Niranjana, Jayant Kaikini’s stories in the collection No Presents Please cast an unnerving glance on Mumbai and its...
wordy pains
it was a regular workday morning. I was looking forward to reading some articles in this week old edition of the Saturday magazine I work at, when words...
rum toddy and a nine-chambered heart
I read a book last night, after a couple of rum-and-toddies And I woke up with this beautiful image in my mind That I was with the characters of that book I...
~ apricot tales~
slow erosion a kind of gentle decadence a small nudge a decease so genuine you feel compelled to be moved the uncertainties, they glimmer through a strange...
back in the day
I am 25 ebbing on the heavier side of it, and I tried watching Umrao Jaan. I could not keep up with the note-taking-and-watching-the-movie-act for more than...
cat man
a dispatch straight from the society where i live he rings the bell with the crisp ding-dong and waits as i lug myself out of bed, drape a shawl over my...
~quiet~
its a livid thump dying a slow remorseful death in my body. the sadness dissipating out of the pores. silence echoing in aplomb.a there are solemn walks,...
Decembers past
Thick gullets of fog gurgling down at my palm as i stand at the entrance of my paternal house. Me smoking invisible cigarettes, and feigning ignorance as...
amputate my heartness again...
a soft whimper, a treble meander, in case the earlier letter didnt go through... with a new song (of course) as an apology (or a reason) if you've received...
amputate my heartness
in between jobs in a tenderly sewn place to be, tethered with hope, amusements nestled inside you. that withering, nervous energy at the back of your tongue...
verbage
1.“There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immoble....
dil se ...
Since we’re all celebrating #DilSe and the songs have never really left me, here’s a small nostalgic semi-novelette on my memories related to the songs. I...
french, fingerchips and fishermen
Typing out a blogpost from my cranky two year old phone. A first blog directly from the phone where the text disappears beyond the ambit of the screen’s...
crickets
Poona memoriesJuly 2016, I was brimming with words, in my shared flat where I had a room with a balcony and a study. One of the most memorable cities I have...
#scurf50: a day
a couple walk, their fourth floor one room set locked behind them. the labourer building the small bridge to cover the naala and to seal the gap between...
where is the house
How do you feel about moving? Is there something stirring within when you see all those packed suitcases? One segment ended, another beginning, and you are...
love to eat or eat to love
falling in love over foodthey used to sayi used to snigger under my breathfood? dal chawal and aam ka achaar,that's the kind of food you fall in love...
