Life Happening Quietly
This is my first blogpost in a while. 6 months to be precise. I have never been militant about my blogposts; they come when they come, when I feel the…
I Am And So Are You
You’re wondering if anything you’ve done on this strange ball spinning in outer space amounts to something crucial, am I right? It’s a slow lingering thought that follows you like…
Some People Never Change
20 years later, Alfred Nambiar is back on Coal Island. 20 is nothing, not even half an eye-blink, but the human head has distorted time, it has stopped learning from…
This World
In the most complex moments, the best language available is poetry. It’s hard not to consider events, global or local, from wars to socio-cultural/ethnic injustices, and remain grounded; poetry is…
Ode to Earrings
I’m obsessed with odes. Odes celebrate, elevate, magnify. They treat their subjects as though they are the only things that exist. They insist on focused attention. I like them so…
“I And This Mystery, Here We Stand”
It would happen on nights gloomier and quieter than usual. Tucked in bed, my mother beside me, squirming in the unique way children do when they get metaphysical: what are…
The Human Body is Remarkable
The human body is remarkable. It generates, regenerates, facilitates decay, and eventually decays. In Buddhism deterioration begins at birth (not much for optimism, but I think several Buddhist tenets are...
I Eat Fears
Once when I was 10, I had a few luxurious hours alone at home. It was bright daylight. The height of afternoon, I think. There was no identifiable danger lurking…