Let’s talk about love, shall we?

As a child, one oftentimes wonders about things that they don’t know yet. And then, because we’re children, more often than not, these wonderings are about nice things, or things we believe are nice. For me, one wondering that always made its way in and around my head, was the one about Love. Love. There…

Kalindi.

There’s a girl I know, with a voice that sounds like the birth of flowers, and eyes that shine like morning dew. She is different, and I, I am different too. A different kind of different, but one that complements hers. I am her anchor, and she is mine, in that, I gently pull her…

The Beauty of an Indian Street.

Here’s a song you could listen to while you read this: There is something magical in everything mundane, but to recognize it you must scrutinise the calm of the individual element, while along the periphery of your vision, realising the chaos of the entirety. And as I put on my headphones, listening to Tommy’s Party…

My Current Musical Obsessions.

Guess who’s back with another music post? Woohoo, that’s right! It’s the Arshia who’s being consistent with her posting, and being productive! Okay, moving on from Givana. There was a time a few months ago where my music was becoming quite stagnant, and that was my fault. I didn’t really go out of my way…

Little trips around home.

I wrote this post around the 14th of December, and it’s about a little trip to the hills that me and my family went on in October. And I’m posting it in March. Lovely. But after all the effort I put into this post, I can’t not post it, so here it is! For now,…

Arshia and Parmenides of Elea.

In this blog post, I bring to you: Arshia, aka me, the person writing this right now (born: 2001), and Parmenides, a Pre-Socratic/ Early Greek Philosopher from Elea in Magna Graecia, founder of the Eleatic school of Philosophy (born: 515 BC). So, this all happened on a lovely day (the 22nd of February, 2019, to…

Overwhelming little things.

Sometimes, there are things I don’t really understand. Things that are little things, everyday things, things you don’t pay attention to while you’re sitting in a metro train, looking down at your phone, flicking through the playlists of songs someone else made, your headphones adorning your head like a halo of air vibrations, with a…

Loop (prose(?))

It’s been quite a while since I’ve written. I’ve spent quite a lot of time not doing anything productive if I’m completely honest, and sitting here now, trying to think of exactly what I did in the past few weeks, I can’t seem to remember. Even though I know that my days have been pretty…

Of fans and memory lanes.

Do you pay attention to the sound of the fan? I don’t. Not usually, at least. But sometimes, as I lie in the dark, unable to wrap myself in the comfort that is sleep, the laughter of the wind rushing between three spinning blades seems a lullaby, and I- I’m transported back to 2007 or…