“If you’re reading this, you’ve gotten out. And if you’ve come this far, maybe you’re willing to come a little further.”
Let me play my violin for you
The ego of art.
Epilogue to Twenty-Twenty: The year which broke us (almost).
“What the fuck was that?” and why I couldn’t not write this.
sneak-peek-into-mess.pdf
This is not a piece. You shouldn’t be reading this.
Anuv Jain – The Rockstar Who Whispers
Art. Artist. Riha.
Lest we forget, memories of a paused war
It’s a horror story.
The generational anxiety of the C-word
What to expect when you are not expecting?
Existentialism of The Third Kind: Rang De Basanti
“I always believed there were two kinds of men in this world, men who go to their deaths screaming, and men who go to their deaths in silence. Then I met a third kind.” In a mela in some corner of Punjab, a crowd of villagers surrounds a circle. A huge wrestler is challenging civilians…
Marriage Story Review: Criminalizing a Separation
The ugly offset of love and dreams.
Living a longing: The story of a trip where I met seven strangers and me
“You haven’t slept for five days?” “And five nights.”
Eternalizing a hangover
Why I write and why I can’t not?
Finding Dan 