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Category: Quotidian Scrawls

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Carry You Home

David Meyer can hear the murmur of his injured heart when he goes running. It takes him a couple...

Poetry - The Antidote to Life

Believer

From now on, I will grow quiet, gesture you in for potato soup I made just that morning. I will...

Wayfaring Stranger

Safarnama

About a year and a half ago, someone recommended that I read Dozakhnama by Ravishankar Bal. Read...

Jolts, and then, Silence

Last week I was reminded by a friend that I have cancelled not one but two trips, and consequently, I have paid an inordinate amount of money to a couple of Airlines for being a sitting duck. It has got everything to do with the...

Civilization

Occasionally, I sit in the darkness of the night and look outside the floor-to-ceiling window as the rest of the city houses go to sleep, one by one. In those moments of silence, I begin to untangle the fairy lights of my mind....

Jibber Jabber

The past three weeks have been exhausting. So much so that my right arm and fingers hurt from the incessant typing and my shoulders ache from crouching over my laptop. Also, I must heavily stock up on sleep this weekend. I write...

Recent Tidings

A couple of things have changed in the recent past. For starters, today I realised that my virtual interaction with people on the other side of the Internet has decreased. I have had many more face-to-face interactions and...

Last Seen At

On the Sion-Panvel highway, where the buses stop to let passengers board, is an expanse of road that would put the moon’s surface to shame. More often than not, that stretch of pockmarks is filled with water turning it...

Arrangements

Quickly, before I wrap up this day I sit down here with my thoughts to write a few of them on my blog. Because my blog sits here waiting until I can run from pillar to post and then neatly arrange the thoughts in my mind to form...

When all is not Blue and Red

I don’t know why some people would type only in title case or stick chewed gum under the bus seat. I don’t know why it’s okay for some girls to chase local trains in heels or tweet about their crush all day. I...

Great Expectations

The elevator of the building I stay in doesn’t work. It’s on its death bed. Sometimes, it finds the courage to shuttle people between floors and at others it’s resting, groaning, and waiting for Almighty to...

Writing at Work…and Thinking

It’s been a while I’ve written something for myself. Mostly, I attribute the negligence to this space to the fact that I do a lot of writing at work, and I’m almost, always saturated. I can’t bring myself...

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