#Scurf118: I'll call you
A fiction piece
#Scurf117: I love rains, memories and chai but I'm still against nostalgia
On various things considered pristine just because they are in the past
#Scurf 116: The interior lives of lies we tell ourselves
On the art of lying to others and then to yourself
#Scurf115: Listening to songs of the yore
To Kumar Sanu, Aashiqui and those kinda days
#Scurf114: A Travel Diary
From seven years ago
#Scurf113: What if Celine had picked up with the Viennese bum
Ruminations of the first part of Richard Linklater's Before series
#Scurf112: When a Language Comes Calling
the alchemy of a language left behind and how some of us come to be writers
#Scurf111: This Isn't a Poem
raising the profile on an otherwise mundane rainy summer noon
#scurf110 letter to a stranger: to the angel i once knew
wrote this almost two years ago. submitted to a handful of magazines. never heard back from some, got rejected from others.
#Scurf109: Breast and Eggs and the deeper conversation about friendships
On feeling seen by Meiko Kawakami's 'Breast and Eggs' (written in May 2021)
#scurf 108: an ode to the good old, environment-friendly air cooler
and the cool times, sweet climes and mirthful chimes it has led to
#scurf 107: Towards a second draft of an imperfect life
On Sheila Heti’s 'Pure Colour'
#scurf106 winter is gone
dreams, sighs and some misremembered selves
#scurf105 on superficially gorgeous songs
on the emptiness of Gehraaiyaaaaaaan and the Kuhad brigade of nonballads, the beauty of cold/mess and emraan hashmi love poems
#scurf104 old*** dispatches from Kovai
old scribbles from November, as I smoothed over and matured into a December in 2016, alone (well...) in Coimbatore
#scurf 103: notes from leopold, 2016
an incomplete dirge i wrote in 2016 on The Leopold Cafe
#scruf102: an anatomy of bras (from a different time)
i wrote this anatomy of bras told in two parts in 2016, or maybe sometime even before.
A vast nothingness
this was supposed to be about a lot of things, but it turned out to be about nothing
#scurf100: this time last week
delhi winter rains and reading and writing and trying to do a lot more on a rainy Winter Delhi morning
#scurf99: what do you write when you have nothing to write about
or so you think and you are just really, really lazy
