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…
It's Tuesday evening, and I'm sitting on my balcony watching the sunset paint the sky orange and pink. There's a couple in the park below celebrating something champagne, laughter, a…
I've got my worn copy of Nirmala beside me Premchand's tragic tale of marriage that reminds us why choosing the right person matters. But today isn't about tragedy. Today is…