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  • C, Z, and well… W

    There are three characters in this story—C, Z and W. C is carefree; Z is a dreamer; and W tries. C loves the mouth feel of biting into a fresh and warm egg puff; Z swears by ‘the Mumbai lifestyle’ and only wears suits on aeroplanes; And W, well… W is hurtling towards old age.…

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  • Writing About Bangalore: Part 1

    Bangalore is one strange place. On the one hand, it’s a city that seems to have it all. On the other, it’s a city that used to have it all. Cities are always in flux; I get that. But this particular one fluxes like a puck in a game of air hockey between two newbies.…

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  • It’s Time to Buy Some Oranges

    I never liked travelling as a child. It felt suffocating. It felt nauseous. I never slept alright, and I almost always had a headache three hours into any journey. It was the sun, I tell you. I couldn’t stand the strange stillness of an especially sunny day—I still cannot. But as I spent more time…

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  • Of buses and walking to them

    [Wrote this or a version of this as a jugaad, last-minute submission for the Prof. Barbra Naidu Prize for the Personal Essay some years ago. Procrastination, my old and dear friend, made sure that I had less than an hour to put this so-so piece together. Was v v embarassed about having submitted such a…

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  • Mornings, Jawlines and Change

    [Happened to find this piece in my drafts on an evening out. Seem to have written it years ago. So, this is me publishing a piece from five years ago that is somehow quite a vivid recollection of events from seven years before that, even.] It’s about 8 AM and I’m still on holiday. Mum…

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  • Wehh.

    I’m 23. I should be celebrating a raise. Or cherishing the fact that I produced good writing somewhere or the other.

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  • Just Write?

    I know I want to write this. I also know that I must. What’s held me back for over a year and a half, continues to do so. My heart’s beating much faster and I’m not quite sure why. Maybe it’s because of what they’ll think. Or maybe I’m just trying to sustain a narrative…

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  • Lounging

    The window on the right spans the length of the room. It’s nice to have a window that big. I’ve always found hospitals getting claustrophobic and monotonous after you’ve spent a couple of hours in them. A view of the world outside is like a breath of fresh air.

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