The world is a chaos

It’s 2 am on the clock as I walk to my kitchen to grab a cold mango drink from the fridge. All is not well in this household. A personal loss has been faced and things are grim. The rest of the inhabitants are surviving on hot beverages, afternoon naps and evening walks. All is […]

My mind is a pool of garbage

Aah, I have opinions. But who wants to hear about my opinions. Hello I’m writing some shit in here, no this isn’t my personal journal. Why? How? What? My mind feels like multiple earphone wires entangled with each other and the untangling process is long and difficult. Why do I have so many pseudo interests? […]

Pulling through sad lulls

The mysterious case of disappearing motivation. In this article we will try to figure out why Swarneeka starts something new and abandons it at the sight of the tiniest inconvenience. Consistency doesn’t seem to be her cup of tea. The lockdown started off with uncertainty, it began with me packing 3 clothes, my laptop and […]

Feminism in Humor?

Towards the brink of going insane with overwhelming empathy for incessant social issues, I had to take to writing. Do you stay up at night wondering which human rights are more fundamental than others? Is there a right answer to this question? Some philosophers have debated for ages, trying to find a single right answer. […]

Home in the time of Corona

The calmness and serenity of the evening azaan in the background enmeshed into the chirps of nine year olds come off extremely vibrant when you’re really living the moment without having to think too much, or at all about tomorrow or day after! I feel the bittersweet joy of an unprecedented homecoming. Who would’ve thought […]

Chéri

You’re a cup of coffee on a bad monday morning, The whiff of jasmine from my nani’s garden. Dessert cooler on a lazy May afternoon, you’re my double cheese margarita with extra cheese. You make me want to walk in the rains, hand in hand, palms wet, dew drops on your glasses You still call […]

Learning to unlearn

My house feels almost like the conventional Indian middle class. It’s the one where household chores aren’t equally divided but every night my dad warms dinner for the both of us which isn’t something magnanimous but is a start and makes mom a little less angry about the wet towel on their bed. But somehow […]

Breaking Character

Some days I want my pen to flow like the relentless river, putting on paper copious amounts of feelings, on other days I binge watch tv shows. Writing is an art and a very difficult one. I think any form of creation comes from a tremendous amount of contemplation about how bad it is until […]

In Waiting

Words have always been a faithful companion. Even though I keep coming back to them on my darkest days, they always give me solace. Words help me see bright sunflowers on days of dull monsoon skies, ready to disperse the grey they have been holding. Holding too long. But rainy days make me sad. Don’t […]