Category: diary-logs

I had my periods this week. I don’t have an internal clock or tracking, so they often arrive as visiting guests: “Oh we were visiting your friends in the neighborhood, and it’s been a month since I have seen you so here we are!” On the night before my periods, I was reading an article…

Author’s Note: I briefly talk about a trans friend’s experience of body dysphoria and body image. Hello, this is a response post to some comments made about squeaky doors in the IWCB whatsapp group chat and the use of WD-40. Dear WD-40 user, The harbinger of silence, of smooth hinge movements, I put forward my…

This is not a how-to post. it is but a silent admission of the status quo of how I live my life. I walk like an assassin — with minimal noise. There are many things I do to make my existence small and invisible, I think this is one of them and has spooked enough…

Slice-of-life shows have a way of making me feel at ease, my shoulders drop from alert to relaxed, I shift from the edge of my seat to slightly leaning back. What a luxury it is to be able to relax, every once in a while. I was recently watching the newly released episodes of Smoking…

Sitting on the pillion seat, looking up at the trees and sky, the leaves and branches forming a jigsaw puzzle, the white light falling through the crack-lines. The crown-shyness blushing beautifully between greenery. A lovely beautiful day. Oh a drop. I have loved rains, thunderstorms and sandstorms, sometimes standing right in the center of it,…

the poetry season is in full bloom, and I have signed up for multiple courses, read “bhali se ek shakal thi” by Ahmad Faraz multiple times, each time trying to squeeze the last drop out of it, recorded myself and listened to my own recording to calm myself down before an interview. I am also…