“I am not young enough to know everything.”

I grew up reading, most of the first 18 odd years of my life were spent that way. It was either textbooks or others, science fiction was a favourite genre. But also, Dickens, Alexandre Dumas, Hardy, Oscar Wilde, Nabokov, Somerset Maugham, Goethe, Sartre, Daphne du Maurier, George Orwell, Vonnegut, Murakami, Jane Austen, Ivan Turgenev, Gogol,Continue reading ““I am not young enough to know everything.””


My soul sister wants to record ‘Dreaming with a broken heart’, John Mayer. She is also presently obsessed with a male calf whom she has named Santosh (her sense of humour is exceedingly awkward, much like mine, except her’s is in Hindi and flourished with awful words that I am only just learning the meaningsContinue reading “Dreaming”


Last night I dreamt of a bed of flowers. (It is comforting when I have pleasant dreams, usually the content disturbs, agitates, or makes me feel conflicted, I am hoping with meditation this will go away, it really affects the quality of my sleep, sometimes I wake up feeling alarmed or unsteady or restless becauseContinue reading “Adulthood”