All of us have some situations where we see or learn something new after growing up and go “my life is a lie”. We’ve all been there. Some of us take it in stride and adapt to the new knowledge. Some take it as a personal offense. I’m mostly the former, but I’m digressing.
Some dreams wake me up and leave me in a haze.
I remember seeing the dirty unreachable corners, between the bed and the bookshelf, between the TV stand and that chest of drawers. I remember the old red curtains, faded from continuous direct exposure to the sun, hanging from every one of the abundant windows and doorways. I remember the old paint peeling off the ancient walls.
The TV plays a cliche cinema about a rich girl falling in love with a poor guy. It’s always the same, with slightly different plot points every time. Everyone in the room knows all the actors and actresses and acts as if it were their story. There’s in-scene commentary. There’re sing-alongs every time a song comes up. They can’t count how many times they’ve watched each of these.
It’s been a little over a year now that I first put in some actual effort to understand what those weird abbreviations in my friend’s collection of knitting patterns. Now that I look back, I just wasn’t interested enough.
I remember spending a little over a week mastering knits and purls. Continue reading “Yarny”
What do you owe your massive word counts to?
There are those legendary days when the words gush out of you like a healthy river. Ever wondered how the current gains it’s velocity?
I don’t know how it is for you, but I’ve pinpointed the glaciers that feed my river.
It’s been a while since I wrote something other than fiction. Actually, it feels like it’s been a long time since I wrote anything. This might or might not have anything to do with… I don’t really know what it has anything to do with, really. I just know that these days, I don’t usually feel like writing about anything specific. And I’ll talk about that in a bit.
First, I think it’s time I stopped keeping the secret and spilled. Continue reading “A Different Feeling”
I don’t remember what I was doing exactly, but I do remember mom calling me. I went out to the dining room to see Pricilla Zuckerberg helping her with dinner. It felt like we were really close, so I went and asked her how she was doing only to realize she didn’t know Bangla. Baby Max was there too. She was asleep. I volunteered to hold her later. She seemed to have taken a liking to me. Continue reading “Hosting MZ”
I have been keeping a secret. Continue reading “Ssh! It’s A Secret”