SHORT STORIES The Vigil of the Tenth Air (Apex Magazine, 2026 – Upcoming; Link for Patreons) The De-Extinction of Man (Dubai Future Foundation; Link) POETRY Shift Workers, Painted Pebble Lit Mag (Summer 2026 – Upcoming) BOOKS Strategy for Life (Penguin Random House, 2026 – Upcoming) The Sky Has Moved Away (TDC, 2023; Link) Silent Eloquence …
On constraint, chaos and confusion in the creative process and life.
This would be my 200th post. The blog is officially retired, and I write elsewhere now. But what is strange is that I don’t feel at home anywhere else. This is the place where my words first made their way into the ether that is the internet, this is where I wrote with freedom and …
Call me crazy, I just signed up to Camp Nanowrimo. A commitment to write the first draft of a novel in one month! 189 words on day1. Slow start, but feels awesome. Here is the opening –
I soak the knife and the long blade in the hot boiling water, I count till 30, slowly, like Baba had told me to do – he said that boiling water can kill germs, and if I forget to count or count wrong, then the children will get infected. Then I count 10 more just …
Neither a hare nor a tortoise be, Rather the child that meanders free. Our destination is a mirage to which we float, Not a mountain to climb with disasters fraught. We don’t lay claim to the things we own; Pride is for the experiences we have borne. Let’s not just smell the roses, let’s plant …
Darn. I forgot the blog’s 10 year birthday. It was on 26 Aug 2014. If I had time, would have posted the sequel to this Remembering a journey. Watch this space for the part II. Coming Soon.
Kill me before I die For the rose petals are more beautiful in bloom Than fallen and trampled beneath our feet.
Part of the reason I started my blog was that I would stop leaving random pieces of writing everywhere…when I was a kid, and before we had computers, my mother would clean up my room after I had gone back to the hostel after my summer vacation and she would find shreds of writing everywhere …
Six months ago, I promised myself that I won’t write. Six months ago, I promised myself that I won’t write. If left to my own devices, I scribble a lot, in random places usually – the most frequently used is the draft folder of my email client, which is an absolutely nightmare to search. I …