“Geminis are obsessed with hands and I can see it in you”, Anoushka said ever so canonically on a March afternoon at my place. I was confused as to where she was coming from, looking around to realize my hand was in hers without me ever making a conscious call to do it. Apart from the slightly annoying and funny generalization of traits that Anoushka indulged in, it was an unravelling for something that I have been doing for so long. The notes on my phone are an archive of quotes about hands ...

“Geminis are obsessed with hands and I can see it in you”, Anoushka said ever so canonically on a March afternoon at my place. I was confused as to where she was coming from, looking around to realize my hand was in hers without me ever making a conscious call to do it. Apart from the slightly annoying and funny generalization of traits that Anoushka indulged in, it was an unravelling for something that I have been doing for so long. The notes on my phone are an archive of quotes about hands ...

Dear Reader, I have been putting off doing this for so long as putting this year down in a time capsule seems like an ambitious task. For this year has been one long lost craving after another, the stories of yearning and longing. A relentless missing. It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a year since the last time I penned something like this, while it’ll also be callous to imply that the year passed away too soon. I can go with the pattern of how these things go and talk about how the y...

Dear Reader, I have been putting off doing this for so long as putting this year down in a time capsule seems like an ambitious task. For this year has been one long lost craving after another, the stories of yearning and longing. A relentless missing. It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a year since the last time I penned something like this, while it’ll also be callous to imply that the year passed away too soon. I can go with the pattern of how these things go and talk about how the y...

it’s a random monday night, the clock strikes 1 AM and it’s the 3rd hour of me doom-scrolling through my Instagram feed. i rarely use my main account anymore, i don’t like knowing what people are doing in their lives while i lay in bed doing absolutely nothing for the millionth night in a row. this account seems peaceful, i don’t follow anyone i know here.. it’s just a bunch of random strangers i met on the internet. who are surprisingly good at what they do and i adore it. i adore the fact t...

it’s a random monday night, the clock strikes 1 AM and it’s the 3rd hour of me doom-scrolling through my Instagram feed. i rarely use my main account anymore, i don’t like knowing what people are doing in their lives while i lay in bed doing absolutely nothing for the millionth night in a row. this account seems peaceful, i don’t follow anyone i know here.. it’s just a bunch of random strangers i met on the internet. who are surprisingly good at what they do and i adore it. i adore the fact t...

i just typed a whole thing and the app crashed, and although it wasn't specifically about anything but now it does feel like that I'll never be able to write something that is the same as that. it might be vaguely familiar at best but it'll never be the same. so instead, let's screw that and start talking about something else altogether. it's been about 3 months since the last newsletter was put out, mostly because of the never-ending struggle with the concept of time...

i just typed a whole thing and the app crashed, and although it wasn't specifically about anything but now it does feel like that I'll never be able to write something that is the same as that. it might be vaguely familiar at best but it'll never be the same. so instead, let's screw that and start talking about something else altogether. it's been about 3 months since the last newsletter was put out, mostly because of the never-ending struggle with the concept of time...

hi. i hope you’re doing okay. it's been what feels like ages since the last time we spoke. a lot of the year from today has been a visage of mornings after evenings slipping away like sand from the grasp of my fingers, straining and tugging to preserve our bodies and sanity. watching the world toss and turn from the prosaic safety of the four walls. i remember, after my internship was over, the idea of leaving my one room flat to go back to the college, to spend evening's away at om...

hi. i hope you’re doing okay. it's been what feels like ages since the last time we spoke. a lot of the year from today has been a visage of mornings after evenings slipping away like sand from the grasp of my fingers, straining and tugging to preserve our bodies and sanity. watching the world toss and turn from the prosaic safety of the four walls. i remember, after my internship was over, the idea of leaving my one room flat to go back to the college, to spend evening's away at om...