Life is precious because it’s short, that’s why it’s special, because we know it’ll end one day.
A tropical Sunday from 5 years ago
The beauty of the comma lies in all it stands for. Comma is hope, just like semi-colon is (the better) alternative to a full-stop. It’s an appeal to pause and to look around, to not get lost in details when it gets too much, to not lose track of all that makes life beautiful.
Ah the good songs and places and things people ruin for us
Steve Carell, friends, family and my crush – what more could I want in a dream?
I didn’t realize until my birthday two weeks ago, when a friend pointed it out, that I haven’t published much lately. brent talking was posted on March 31 and there has been exactly one blogpost since. Time has flied and I haven’t noticed. But also, drafts have been piling up since the last week of April. I…
I needed to believe in something larger than life, larger than anything I knew.
And it’s how I survived. (Also, this article may be summarized as Paalam kadakkuvolam narayana.)
(I’m preparing for my optimization midterm on Wednesday and it’s all I could do to stop myself from titling this post “Constraints”) I’m shit pretty scared about this midterm. I was supposed to study the whole day and yet all I’ve done is make pav-bhajish bhaji (and eat it, duh). I then tried to study…
Do you know the exact moment when you lost your innocence?
I met G on New Year’s Eve 2016 at Mandi House. It was winter. The best part of winter. When it’s cold but not too much. You can smoke fumes out of your mouth in the thick morning air while walking to class. Peas still sprout when soaked overnight and Parachute oil hasn’t frozen in…