The Suri Chronicles – Part 2

There's nothing quite like arriving at your holiday destination early morning on the first day. I've always been super possessive about vacation days. If I can fly out the night before or early morning the day of, I feel like I've gained time. I do know that's not how traveling within the same time zone... Continue Reading →


The Suri Chronicles – Part 1

Recounting details of a trip years after the event without having jotted down any observations at the time for my great age is like recreating a Dali painting¬† you saw all of once from memory. But I shall try nonetheless. Four of us, bright eyed and bushy tailed travelers (Yeah, right. Who am I kidding,... Continue Reading →

A Narcissist Kayak Ride

My story at present, albeit morbidly portrayed, is thus I shock, giggle, gossip but absolutely hate a fuss A little jaded, aged, somewhat wilted A few times cruel, in equal measure jilted Caterpillars and tadpoles grown One I named me, one I grew out of - I miss her. I mourn Lacklustre ticks and tocks... Continue Reading →

A palmful of soil

The concept of mystical green thumbed beings has always seemed a little dodgy to me. What makes one person a foliage whispering garden nymph while the rest of us are human potatoes? I resent that. So I have killed many plants over the years. Mostly neglect due to heavy work load and of course the... Continue Reading →

Midriff Gyrations and Balcony Rumination

What makes your iridescent, savage heart tick? What annihilates you, wrings you asunder? Do you pin your hopes on the day after and through the seconds, minutes and hours, flounder-- Do you dream, and invoke your mind? Are you catatonic, your neural alleys in a deep, dark bind? Do you discover dancing shapes in wispy,... Continue Reading →

A question of survival

Riding a cycle used to be a survival skill. Like swimming. I hope it's in the past tense like I think it is. Why? Why do we assume there'll be a cycle at the ready during an emergency in this day and age? And you don't even have to know how to ride a bike... Continue Reading →


Prologue: Great beauty comes with a price. If one is not beautiful oneself, the acquiring of the same will incur payment of said price. Main text: People believe in nonsensical superstitions which I can convert to serve as outlets of narcissism when it suits me. Epilogue: A rather strikingly beautiful gay friend, also the ex... Continue Reading →

Contemporary Nostalgia

I was always that misfit kid growing up. I was a chai ka baby in a convent in the nearest town that was full of street smart town kids. I had never been inside a shop till I was 13. The other kids had never seen a doily. I am not sure if they've seen... Continue Reading →


I am currently writing this without a functional backspace key. Yes, I navigate with arrows and delete and proceed. That's what I am up against. Not much of a thug life, this. I am also currently unemployed. Physically not homeless, but mentally, irrefutably so. Hence the title. The state of homelessness - usually observed as... Continue Reading →

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