Dear Reader, Are you currently at a point in your life where you find yourself parenting your own parent? You know, telling them what they should eat, how they should live, or even renounce. Keeping track of their ill-fitting beliefs, rolling out medical and nutritional advice, convinced that you have a better understanding of the …
Beyond Labels : Poetry and Followers
Dear Reader Does identifying with poetry, soaking in its flavours, feeling its rhythm on your skin, qualify you as a poet? Recently, I changed my social media bio from ‘poet’ to ‘interested in poetry’. The more I read poetry and dive into its dew-ness, the more I am aware of how far I need to …
Short Story: The Cost of Rai (Setu Journal, Dec 2024)
Dear Reader, Dropping in your inbox earlier than expected. I'm excited to share the publication of my short story 'The Cost of Rai' in Issue 9 of Setu Journal. I will look forward to your thoughts on this story, which is special to me. It brings the flavour of the hills of Garhwal to which …
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Live Not in Counts
Dear Reader, The first post of 2025 will be incomplete without the mention of the quintessential New Year. And with this change of dates, I cannot help but think of our obsession with quantification. Numbers play a significant role in our lives. We have calendars that help us transition from one year to the next. …
Under the Pink Shade of the Bougainvillea
Dear Readers, I write to you from the Delhi bound Sarai Rohilla Express. As I leave behind fields and acacias and hazy white skies at a mile a minute, I cannot help but think of the subliminal message this travel conveys about the past one year. Let me take you through it. Did Covid turn …
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In the Grip of Mediocrity
Hello! In the last post, I shared a poem with you which was accompanied by an AI image. A reader wrote back to say how they were unable to accept a creative using AI. When I argued it was only an image and the poem was self-composed, they mentioned it was still a sort of …
A Hundred Quills 