It's Sunday morning, 8:23 AM, and I'm sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor with my back against the cabinet, don't ask me why, I just ended up here. There's chai…
It's Saturday, 2:14 PM. I'm sitting on the kitchen windowsill, yes, the windowsill, don't ask feet dangling, back against the frame, watching the street below while dal simmers on the…
It's Sunday, 7:18 PM. I'm at my desk for once actually sitting properly in the chair instead of the usual floor situation but the room around me looks like a…
It's Thursday, 6:44 PM. I'm sitting on the floor of my balcony back against the wall, knees up, the city doing its evening thing below me. Autos honking in that…
It's Wednesday, 11:47 PM. I'm sitting cross-legged on my living room floor, back against the sofa, surrounded by what I can only describe as organized chaostwo empty glasses (one water,…
It's Tuesday evening, 7:31 PM. I'm stretched out on the rooftop terrace of my building, back flat against the warm concrete, staring straight up at a sky that can't decide…
It's Monday morning, 6:48 AM. I'm standing at my kitchen counter, second cup of chai in hand, waiting for the gas flame to calm down under the kadhai. The window…
Sunday afternoon, 3:17 PM. I'm at the window seat in my bedroom the one that collects books, stray socks, and occasionally me when I'm thinking too much. Outside, the colony…
It's Saturday night, 10:23 PM, and I'm sitting cross-legged on my living room floor, back against the couch, surrounded by the organized chaos I call my book collection. I'm supposed…
It's Friday night, and I'm lying on my living room floor staring at the ceiling fan making its endless circles. Strange position to write from, I know, but sometimes you…