#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
#scruf 98: on flying again
i flew, i thought, i scribbled
#scurf96: that one song, those hairy arms and the last, tight hug
When xyz cannot sleep, does he sing himself to sleep? I wonder... Something happened in the first week of August and it stirred a pot of emotions, making me...
#scurf97: Dilip Kumar, my father and memories
Through my school days I was the uncool kid who knew more about 1950s Hindi movies and songs, about Madhubala and Dilip Kumar than anyone in my age cared to....
#scurf95: A note on one year of Irrfan's passting
From the archives
#scurf94: sticky dog days this summer season
how do you feel being stuck in a traffic for more than two hours? your vehicle dragging itself barely at a speed of 15-20 kmph. the stasis of the world...
#scurf93: an ode to my elegiac hometown
The stench was everywhere. There were spaces of no hope, pockets of nothing, mounds of heap and dust and mud that greeted us all around. But what first got...
#scurf92: on not numbering
::bizarre newsletter alert:: i wish someone paid me to write a better, more fleshed out newsletter, so going to keep this weird (which is also sort of on-...
#scurf 91: march in 15 days (not a meme)
its going to be march in 15 days again, so this newsletter very obviously will touch upon a host of feelings and thing that i've missed in the last (almost)...
#scurf 90: on shaping this newsletter, its three year anniversary and my mangled reading habits
a little bit of reworking of this newsletter has been on the cards. as it turns three (!!!) i am going ahead with the rework and give it a more definite...
cats, trees and a lonesome us
at the risk of shocking some of you, here's how the abyss looks like, seen from the window of my room. we have currently been adopted by these feline rascals...
one month, thirty days, 720 hours, etc.
it has been two months and i have not punched out even a single blogpost. its nothing new, this radio silence, especially since its wintery-covid season now....
ola mi agos
Dear friend(s), I come to this writing this tiny letter out of sheer confusion and through a tiny bit of procrastination. Unlike a lot of successful tiny...
a sad n angry time
Dear friend, This letter comes in between a working week. Like most of the other things not just in our lives, but also in the world around us, this letter...
the creative benefits of waking up early
i wake up an hour early to build/make something for myself. a cup of chai, a stream of consciousness poem, a string of letters or just a tiny river song. on...
