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[Also starting to delete posts]

Which feels like I am resurrecting the ghost of words that were ( Read more... )

At a loss for words ( Read more... )

In the past month, John Berger's small book with the big print "Ways of Seeing" has been in my peripheral vision a fair bit. Instagram post here, a quote there, hands holding it here, it appearing oddly frequently on surfaces. So I've been thinking, maybe this is a book I should read. Today, I found out that he passed away. And there have been a ( Read more... )

The sky is a heavy blanket of greys. But the sun shines through. Finding its edges. We are on the road. Stories are shared ( Read more... )

The park in Cochin and that golden late afternoon light that gives everything a bronze sheen. Of age, of emotions. People walking through the park. Playing in the park. Reminding me of Hari Sukan in a bronze age of my life. Where time is languid, with space for daydreaming ( Read more... )

MindfulEvery day ( Read more... )

Mimaland. Ask anyone who grew up in the 80s, and chances are, they have been there. This is a scrap of memory that was reminded to me from a conversation with S ( Read more... )

Your footsteps are light, and fast ( Read more... )

I have a lot to think through, but somehow it is already 4:22am, and jet-lagged or not, this is not a good way to continue. So maybe some thoughts just for now ( Read more... )