Echoes of the inner world
Reflections
Not for everyone-Only for those who sit with words.
Take your time. Scroll slowly — something might speak to you.
Language does not merely describe reality. Language generates it.
I. The Upper Berth
Separation is a distinct, heavy species of pain.
When I was in boarding school, the final week of a holiday felt like...
True freedom is not found on the seventeen-hour train ride home. It is found in realizing you are the screen, not the movie.
I. The Madness of the Twelfth Year
Fifteen years have passed, and still, the...
True freedom is not the train ride home. It is the walk to the gate.
I. October
October was a month I always looked forward to. Festivals brought holidays, and holidays at a boarding school were an event...
The Hedonic Treadmill: Why getting what we want never seems to satisfy us for long.
The Kolkata Toilet Queue
The glory of a January morning is a scene worth standing still for. The bitter cold of the night...
Time is the catalyst for any relation to grow, but who has time? A reflection on Paul Kalanithi’s ‘When Breath Becomes Air’
Nearly three weeks ago, a book reviewer on YouTube recommended...