Into The Water, by Paula Hawkins

“Julia, it’s me. I need you to call me back. Please, Julia. It’s important…” In the last days before her death, Nel Abbott called her sister. Jules didn’t pick up the phone, ignoring her plea for help. Now Nel is dead. They say she jumped. And Jules has been dragged back to the one place…

What are we? (Prose)

What are we? What are we as we sit across each other at 11:23 PM with the doors to the balcony open? Not open enough to let the rain pour in, yet open enough to make the curtains move. You are quiet and so am I. You think of the wind beyond the threshold, and…

A letter to past Arshia.

On the 23rd of November, 2017, I logged onto a blog my aunt made for me when I was 7 or so; a blog I hadn’t touched for years, and I wrote a letter to my future self. I was 16 years old, nearing the end of class 12, the end of school. Reading that…

My Current Musical Obsessions 3.0

It is time for some more music, my friends! And my, do I have quite a lot! All the music in here is what I’ve been listening to and obsessing over for the past month or so. Maybe even more. Anyway, let’s just get into it. 1. Daunt, Jelani Aryeh. I cannot tell you how…

Of Grandparents, and Homes, and Childhoods.

Childhoods are such funny things. One retains so many powerful memories from their childhood. Simple ones, definitely, but so very powerful. The kind that stop you from doing what you’re doing and put you in a trance, where you get glassy eyes, and smile that small smile, thinking about the smallest of things. Like now,…

Arshia and Time.

Just something soft you could listen to as you read this, if you’d like. There are a lot of times in life, when one looks at where one is and wonders: “Am I here?” “Me, of all people? Me? Here?” And for me, that time is now. Just sitting here in this room; my room,…

Camping for a night.

Hello, people of this lovely universe! So, a little less than a month ago, a day before I was supposed to head back to Delhi after the mid-semester break, I was dragged to go camping for one night by my parents. Now, I say dragged because I was sick, and it was cold, and it…

The Buried Giant, by Kazuo Ishiguro.

“The Romans have long since departed, and Britain is steadily declining into ruin. The Buried Giant begins as a couple, Axl and Beatrice, set off across a troubled land of mist and rain in the hope of finding a son they have not seen for years. They expect to face many hazards-some strange and other…

Old Jazz Music I like.

Of late, I’ve put my search for new music on a standstill, and I’m reaching out to Jazz music and other music of the sorts, ranging from the 50’s to around the 70’s, and my oh my, is this a heavenly genre of music. I’ve listened to most of these songs growing up, but while…

More on Nothing.

Oh lord, the third post I’m writing on Nothing. For a concept like Nothing, it sure has a lot of somethings to think of. Plus, I’m very fascinated, if not obsessed, with the idea of Nothing. If you haven’t read my posts on this topic before, here they are: Nothing? Arshia and Parmenides of Elea….