Writing about it is the only way for me to process it, and so, I'm trying.
Perfection, the pain of pursuing it, the penalty of not achieving it
When did the lure of ink abandon me?
Needless to say, multitasking is fun. Needless to say, multitasking has resulted in more waste than I would have liked.
This is that (sort of) mandatory post I do each year, chronicling the past 12 months, taking stock of the lessons learnt and planning (loosely) on what I intend to do in the upcoming year
I finished reading Lust for Life by Irving Stone earlier today yesterday and wonderful though the story is, it left me heartbroken. Of course, if the story is that of an artist, and a pained artist like Van Gogh, there is bound to be a profound sadness that settles within. If you haven't already read it, [...]
It's been a weird past week for me, with all the festivity in the air, a LOT of melancholy, tad bit anxiety and a minor pinch of meaninglessness creeping into the mind in the dead of the night. Talking about it was nigh impossible for two reasons - I don't talk to all that many [...]
It isn't easy to love what you do. Or do what you love. I am fortunate in that sense. I got both. If you know me, you'd know already what I mean. If you don't, well, it's my love for words and stories and the immense power they hold in connecting you with yourself and [...]
Dear Universe, Although the music drums in my ears, there is silence. Within. Peace I think it’s called by another name. I have everything I need right here. The breath in my lungs. A chilled coffee on the table. This mac, to work, to play with. A paperback, just in case the battery on the [...]
... and what it means to be a pet mommy He was exactly 2 months old for an exact 32 years of mine. I don't know what possessed me on my birthday to walk into an adoption camp and play with the four little pups who were super excited to be outside of their [...]
So last week I said I'll talk about a couple of things (read about it here). I did write some but didn't meet my goal. I'll try to get back on track again this week. For this post, I decided to jot down a random list of questions that have been on my mind lately. [...]
...and how rare it is to get, but mostly give unconditional love "Such frivolity in matters of the heart When it is, in all its seriousness, a madness that consumes." Somewhere, on some dimly-lit street corner, Kafka and I are talking about love, relationships and the definition it has taken on. How often [...]
...and how it doesn’t need a muse to get started Have you ever have to contend with a writer's block? I suppose all artists have had to deal with this issue at some point. Of wanting to create but not being able to. How often has it come down to, I don't know what [...]
Writing has always been a catharsis for me. Trouble is, I'm not consistent about it. A friend of mine suggested this trick - write at least 1,000 words a day. No matter what. And that's exactly what I'm going to do from today onwards. I'm going to aim to write 1,000 words daily on this [...]
The shadow of another being, in an undefined shape, dying each month
Maybe the rest of the world needs it, waits for it, even craves it. But I for some weird reason can't do a day like Sunday. There is too much inactivity and activity, both. Homes begin reeking of laziness and boredom. Streets and malls of hyper-energy. I can't stay at home, in that zone of [...]
Inspiration always struck me at the oddest of hours. Like at 2:14 in the morning. What I wouldn't give to sit on the shore, watch the waves crash against the black rocks, hear the squeaks of rats run helter-skelter. To feel the chill of a half-moon not yet willing to set, the warmth of a [...]
Once in a while, you meet people who change you. They don't change your aesthetics, your lifestyle, or even your demeanour; they simply introduce you to the real you. You learn to call them your best friends, your tribesmen, your soul mates. But they are so much more, so beyond those definitions.
The way you look at it Your eyes measuring the froth and foam Wondering if this cuppa is going to taste just how you imagine it My eyes take in the movement of your fingers As they tear at that sachet of sugar Dropping it in, grain by grain, before swirling it in gentle circles That [...]
The physical realm has no sympathy for the mental. There are cramps — painful reminders of my sex. There is a migraine — painful reminder of the fluctuating hormones. There is a swollen ankle — painful reminder of having worn the wrong shoes and walked for far too long in them. The mental though is [...]