I often ask Vasanth what regular love is like. Is it easier to believe someone when they say that they love you? Do you walk into the sunset, happy and beautiful like the picture perfect folk on couplegram or coupletok? I ask because ever since I can remember, I have…

My sister skipped town today. She got on the loud morning Shatabdi train with my aunt and cousin to make a bigger city her new home. When she left, my mother cried. Her puffy eyes spat tears and she walked alongside the train until it sped past her. My sister…

The problem while attempting to be someone who writes for themselves is that when the ideas stop flowing organically, it feels like it’s hard to type short and crisp sentences that make sense. I have never cultivated a habit around writing even though authors and creative writing workshop aunties have…

After having more recently discovered my main character energy, I have come to the conclusion that I detest it. Turns out that my main character is melancholic, anxious and deeply unsure about its presence in any and all settings. This is especially during the evenings. …

There’s something absolutely extraordinary about the body which is just about to spurt blood all over your jetti. Not extraordinarily good. Just extraordinary. It warns you with absolutely shitty back aches, a small yet thumping drum in the uterus and pain in the breasts- oh, sore, disgusting pain, that hurts…

I’m not sure why but I have always thought I’d be an insanely successful person. This sounds rude, wrong, almost disgusting to declare in public but I really do think so. I’m fine with fame and validation at any level. While I am perfectly content getting to a point where…

Tw: Death Hi Appa, I just finished watching the last episode of Euphoria. It’s on an OTT platform. Do you know what that is? I’m sure you’ve been up to date on all that stuff wherever you are. You’re a generally tech savvy guy, aren’t you? No really, tell me…

I usually walk really fast. If you hear a discontinuous click clack of a pair of flip flops, you'd most likely see me walking down the road, wearing a tote bag in one hand and holding a phone in the other. You'd also see me if you hear the same…

I have a theory. I truly believe that if you have touched, held or cleaned someone else’s blood, it is likely that you are going to share an odd yet intrinsically deep trauma bond with them. I cannot say this with surety for first responders who see accident victims on…