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My head says, “Hey, you should really say thank you for that.” And then… I do not. Soon enough, the moment passes, and now it will be awkward to even say it. And this count of unspoken thank-yous keeps growing, outnumbering the ones I have actually said. When someone goes out of their way to help me with something, it is a big deal for me—sometimes even life-changing. But they do not even know how much it means because I have not properly thanked them. And every now and then, that little memory pops up, and I feel the weight… […] continue reading
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Some friendships end without fireworks, and there are no big dramatic showdowns. Just… fading. Like turning down the volume on a song so slowly that you barely notice it going quiet until it is almost silent. You are close, for a while, really close. Sharing jokes, secrets, and late-night talks that feel like they hold all the answers to the universe (or at least, to our world and its problems). And then… life, I guess. It is always life, is it not? Different paths started appearing, pulling us in different directions. No arguments, harsh words, nothing you could point to… […] continue reading
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It has been a constant background hum in my life. It is not about being not good enough or perfect. It is just I am never satisfied with what I am doing. The act itself, and not the result of it. Like, never. I would start something I thought I wanted to do, and for a hot minute, maybe a day or two, there is this little spark of… something. But then, poof. It is gone, and the wanting starts all over again. And you know what I am starting to realize? This constant state of not being okay with… […] continue reading
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So, I have been thinking. A lot. Like, really thinking. Do you know those moments when you look down at the phone screen at 3 pm and suddenly wrestle with the big questions? Yeah, those. These are the ones that mostly come these days after scrolling through things on the internet (It is not always on the internet. That is just the space around where I get mine). I hear people often call it an “existential crisis”. Sounds dramatic. Scary, even. People really do not want to go through it. But what if we flipped that around? What if, instead… […] continue reading
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Here it is with contractions expanded: You know, I found this joke in a book once, and honestly, I could not stop laughing. It was that silly-clever kind of funny: “Where do you bury the World Crossword Champion after they die? Six feet down and five feet across.” I went around telling everyone, I liked it that much! Around the same time, I was racking my brain for college project ideas, and then it hit me – crosswords! But then I started thinking… if we are burying the World Champion (a human being, after all!), should it not be in… […] continue reading
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I find it funny that the little quiet corner I spot and start walking towards in this world is always filled with people who have reached before me. It feels like the path less travelled for a while, but then you start walking down that path, looking around, and suddenly… people. Everywhere. Whenever I really get into something – you know, start digging deep, putting in the hours – it always ends up feeling like I am just bumping into people in spaces that looked empty from the outside. Of course, meeting new ideas and people is life, right? But… […] continue reading
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When everything feels overwhelming, and I do not know what to do or who to turn to, I start a blog. Writing has become my way of letting it out, even if I am not saying it out loud in person. I was not born to keep my stories to myself. Of course, you will not find me openly complaining—that is not my style. But between the lines, you will catch glimpses of my emotions among those I choose to share. Internet, from a very young age, became my quiet way of connecting, of reminding myself that I am not… […] continue reading
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In 1991, New Zealand businessman Alan Gibbs acquired 400 hectares of land in one of the largest harbours in the world. Instead of turning the green pasture lands into a magnificent private property, Gibbs filled it with large-scale open-air sculptures from renowned artists. Most of the sculptures in the collection have been specially commissioned instead of being bought from a pre-existing piece of work or exhibition. Gibbs notes the satisfaction of dealing with the artists directly on their website: “they’re interesting because they’re winners, tough, ambitious.” Although a private collection, the property is open to the public on select days… […] continue reading
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When I first learned in school about democracy and how elections happen in India – it made me feel proud. The collective power of people to elect their local representatives who propose confidence in one person among themselves to lead the nation. But the more I discuss politics with people, the more I realise they have no interest in electing their local representative. Their interest lies in one person only – who the Prime Minister is. I don’t always suspect this to be the case. People around me are a very small sample size, but that’s enough for me to… […] continue reading
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There was a time when you’d only hear two types of commentators – retired players and journalists. The players would give insights that were vivid, insightful, and full of passion. On the other hand, the journalists have always been more descriptive, informative and witty. But now, when I tune in to watch the Indian Premier League, there are a few more types of commentators. Some commentators are actively playing – they understand the modern game and the players on-field better because they still play together. There are former coaches of teams who participated with these teams and understand team dynamics… […] continue reading
