Ever so often I get this feeling of pure sadness. I’ll be working and then suddenly I’ll want to listen to a beautiful song, and slowly a feeling of sa…
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I am listening to the birds chirping. They are relentless. As if it’s a competition. It’s 7 pm and the sun is about to set. Maybe they are meeting each…
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Years ago, I went on a trek in the Himalayas. It was one of those treks which are planned because a bunch of lonely people decides that they have had e…
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A few years ago, I knew this one guy who used to wander around his apartment asleep. It was a sleep walking case. Sometimes he would take a walk in his…
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If you are reading this in the morning, then please immediately get a broom and put this newsletter in trash. And while you are at it clean your bed as…
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It’s a little over 10 pm. We are in the typical Delhi rickshaw. I am sitting on that extended back seat. “What if the shop is closed?”, my mom asks fro…
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“I am getting tired of this”, a friend said, looking into nobody’s screen during his eighth zoom call of the day. We didn’t ask what he meant by ‘this’…
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I collect the newspaper from outside my door. I check the front page. These many new cases, these many deaths, and good morning. It's a new day. Time t…
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He is going back today. Most people come to Mumbai with a dream. Jaswant came to Mumbai with a hope. A hope to survive. To make enough money so that he…
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You open your social media account to post a thought. It's a wordplay. A light hearted joke. It will get at least a few shares. However, you don't post…
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I check my geometry box once again before getting on the rickshaw. Okay, I haven’t forgotten anything. Time to leave. Chalo bhaiyya. “You have forgotte…
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Every evening, Rohan goes for a walk. It’s not a brisk walk. He is not doing it for his health. It’s a leisurely stroll. A saunter. A walk that is bein…
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