#Scurf144: Of sick weekends and sweet smelling Pasoori
Routine is good but also bad and madly musical all the same
#Scurf143: Waylaid scribbles, unscrupulous thoughts, parsimonious mulch
Notes
#Scurf142: journeys
a chonky clutch of wordy nothings
#scurf141: Greeting cards, wordy words, jibber jabber
The meaning of these silly things that seem to be holding a lot of me together
#Scurf140: Does the visual memory hold?
Some thoughts on the urge to photograph, and what gets lost in translation
#Scurf139: Carpets as Portals; or The Stories Rugs Tell
Assailed by menstrual melancholy, I ponder over the power of carpets and the stories they tell
#Scurf138: On Filmy Hindi songs aka Kat's dancing chops
Before everything else, there was Just Chill
#Scurf137: Ali Sethi and Delhi winters
Listening to his songs during Delhi's severe late December winters warms the cockles of my heart
#Scurf136: Friendships as aesthetics
On all the ways I have been losing myself this year
#Scurf135: a strange stirring and... cats
about a specific connection I have had with cats since the second wave
#Scurf134: On 'Shauq' and Songs that Undo Us
On thinking with the soundtrack of Qala and working with its exquisite melancholy
#Scurf133: Borrowed words, stolen kisses, shared playlists
some evenings are just you sitting on the sofa thinking for long, unending minutes about someone, that one someone
#Scurf 132: A Constellation of Quiet in Rohmer's 'Four Adventures'
An unlikely silence in Rohmer's 'Four Adventures of Reinette and Mirabelle'
#Scurf131: mid-october
when all wilts and blooms, goes but also comes back, is here but also not
#Scurf130: this is a stream of consciousness essay
Why are we so concerned about so many things, and more importantly why can I not write everyday
#Scurf129: The introvert's dream
On the unearthed, imagined beauty of other people's houses
#Scurf128: Aimless thoughts from the wasteland of my existence
The fugue of in-between days when nothing seems to happen
#Scurf127: Dabs and Marigolds on a Delhi noon
On the flower that is all too ubiquitous in India and therefore, calls for strong commemoration and a gentle curiosity
#Scurf126: Missing Delhi in 2020
Where time looses its bearings and my mind comes apart thinking about what all I missed about the city during the covid lockdowns
#Scurf125: On being fooled by Delhi's monsoons
On trying to find false friends in the Capital's frail sprinkles
