Can I?

Are you happy? Not that I care, but I wanted to start at the deep end. How can you expect to be happy when your happiness can only be found in the things you do not have? Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Not this shit again. We have had enough of the miserable millionaire crying in his Maserati spiel. … Continue reading Can I?

Look at me, look at me, look at me, look, look, look

Ever opened up WhatsApp after ten hours—a new record on your spiritual journey—and had zero notifications? Are you dead? Everyone else must have died. The nictating need of urgency, hope, love, desire, aspiration, assurance, abyss has gone off. The bell has sounded. Your brain's salivating guesses. The lines of coke have been laid out. Sniff. … Continue reading Look at me, look at me, look at me, look, look, look


Fav color: Turmeric on chopped beetroot. Fav place: In reaching distance of a book. Fav book: A book catalog. Fav excitement: Lunch, outside. Fav melancholy: A dripping faucet. Fav food: The first four scoops of curd, cold; their finality. Fav person: Him eating alone. Fav movie: The ego.


How vain to believe I have something useful to say every week. How apropos of the spirit of the times, of nothing, this need to write about not having something to write about. How reassuring, finally, to have written something; to be seen making something of my life, my life of something.