Essays

  • A quiet revelation

    A quiet revelation

    My reading this year has been the slowest since 2018, when the sight of how few books I had read led to a mini panic attack. I have been reading non-stop ever since but by November 2025, I burnt myself out so thoroughly that even the sight of my beloved Kindle made me feel queasy.

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  • Joy doesn’t make a good story

    I was brainstorming for the letter J with Claude and it came up with an idea that joy may have big meaning in everyday life but it doesn’t work particularly well in fiction.

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  • I, the Zookeeper

    I, the Zookeeper

    It can be so annoying when in the middle of your work day, where a million things are happening, you’re mentally planning for a trip and you’re 20% checked out of the system because it’s a Friday, you also have to pause and allow yourself to throw a tantrum.

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  • If creativity could speak, what would it say?

    A few days back, I talked about the 11 Days Letter Writing Challenge and how the participants of the challenge spoke to different aspects of life for a message. So, I thought of speaking to my creativity and below, is the message it had.

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  • What 11 days of handwriting letters taught me

    In the beginning of October, I conducted a challenge called the 11 Days Letter Writing Challenge. The objective of the challenge was simple: you had to handwrite eleven letters to yourself over the course of about two weeks.

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  • The quest of the self

    The quest of the self

    Last year, I introduced on my blog something called as Listen to your Heart Song – handwritten notes from your wise child. It has evolved into a newsletter (for now) but thanks to that initiative, people who have known me came to know about a different side of me. A side that was into the…

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  • What makes you normal?

    What makes you normal?

    My sister is hearing impaired. I don’t like to talk about it because no matter how much I love her or empathize with her; I will never truly understand what it means to live in her shoes. To live with a disability where one of her senses is absent. 

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