Well, Here We Are.

We didn’t expect 2020 to turn out like this, did we? I certainly didn’t as I watched fireworks erupt over the Bosphorus at midnight, marking the start of a new decade. Kids peered into cars unceremoniously stalled in traffic on Inonu street, persuading drivers to turn their music up loud, and danced in the middle of the street. A few days later, thunderstorms across Istanbul forced people to stay indoors all day. At the time, I didn’t mind being cooped up in the house with four adorable cats and some nice humans for company. Little did I know that we were going to be doing a whole lot more of this in the months to come.

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Summertime Madness

Ah, summer. How I loathe you.

I grew up in Chennai, a city that witnesses summer year-round – the heat a sort of clingy, constant companion that you can never evade. We dealt with it using artificial, environmentally unfriendly methods to ease our suffering, shuffling from one air-conditioned environment to the next in an air-conditioned car. Continue reading “Summertime Madness”

Visual Diary: Dusty Delhi Days

Back in September, I moved to New Delhi. Over these past six months, the weather has gone from sweltering to frigid to—presently—clear skies and a gentle breeze. And with that, the air quality has dramatically improved (in Delhi, that means it’s no longer hazardous like in the winter months, just plain unhealthy). My own feelings towards the city have oscillated between fascination and exasperation—in addition to the absence of fresh air, there’s the relentless honking, the inexplicably high prices, the general brusqueness—and yet, it’s been good to be here. Delhi is steeped in history, and the chaos fuels my writing somehow. Continue reading “Visual Diary: Dusty Delhi Days”

Sunset in Split

Split, Croatia. April 2018.

The bus made its way from Mostar to Split, halting at a nondescript gas station on the way. I had a cappuccino that – like every other cappuccino I’ve had in the Balkans, dark and intense – was far too strong to drain.

The usual fare of coffee and impossible-to-evade secondhand smoke. Continue reading “Sunset in Split”

When in Rome

I’m nearing the end of my time in Rome, where I’ve been living and working on various projects for the past month.

Two months of continuous travelling and eleven cities later, I came to the realization that I needed to stay put in one spot for a little while if I were to get any real work done. And what better place than Rome to halt for inspiration? Continue reading “When in Rome”