Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
For those who are fans of the Hitchcockian thriller, this isn't an attempt to ride on the coattails of it. But I was hard-pressed for creativity and my brain doesn't function well without caffeine so an "inspiration" is what I'm working with since there are some similarities between me in my current predicament and Jimmy... Continue Reading →
The mystique of the seemingly unending white Rann of Kutchh; its solitude and the feeling of being a very tiny speck in the whole universe was just a few of the feelings experienced during this trip...needless to say it's definitely one for the books!
We have somehow avoided going to the movie theaters even post our vaccination. It just seems like an uphill task to expect the levels of cleanliness and hygiene I'd be comfortable with in these current circumstances. But OTTs rule and we've been able to view quite a few of the new movies sitting at home... Continue Reading →
I usually end up thinking of a year in a particular manner towards its end. Like 2018 was "The Year Of Road Trips". 2019 now in hind sight, is "The Year It Was All Fine Before Downhill Became The Norm" 2020 was "The Year The Pandemic Hit" and 2021 had been "A Hodgepodge Year" all... Continue Reading →
Photo by Diego PH on Unsplash Red is a very good teacher. Primarily because he wants the person he's teaching anything to, to genuinely learn and enjoy themselves in the process even if it's something that they didn't seek out on their own. The prime example of that is the time spent with TO and getting his concepts... Continue Reading →
Our first outing during Christmas holidays reveals an interesting piece of Hyderabad.
Everyone in my family knows how I cling to my coffee. The bros-before-hos kind of a thing but with coffee instead. After a quick siesta a little while ago, I made my usual non-verbal gestures to Red and asked him to make me a cup so I could shake off the afternoon meal from my... Continue Reading →
I'm severely myopic so once I open my eyes in the morning everything is in blob-form till my grope for my glasses under the bed and put them on. Slowly the world starts coming into focus and I start taking stock of the world around me. At times however, I feel I'm hallucinating like this... Continue Reading →
My son's favored form of worship.
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 