A book in the making
Puddles & Pulsars
Thoughts as they arrive. Written from the edge of a coast, a city left behind, and everything in between.
The Unnamed Pull
The birds are already at it. Frantic, diving, loud — working the shoreline like they have somewhere to be. The dogs aren't paying attention. Salt-heavy and unbothered...
Read → 02Held From Both Sides
Forest behind me. Ocean ahead. The sun moving through both. Two things I have loved my whole life, and here I am standing exactly between them.
Read → 03The Day Before The Call
The day before, I was thinking about the forest nearby. The next day, a completely unknown organisation called. On exactly that.
Read → 04The Other Side
On one side, the ocean. On the other — a dump yard. Massive. Filled. Filthy. How do you live near something this beautiful and do this to it?
Read → 05Each One Different
Thousands of pebbles strewn across the coast. No two the same. And then it hits me — isn't that us?
Read → 06Not Always Nature
Some days nothing works. No motivation. No ideas. The walks don't help. The silence doesn't either. So what then?
Read → 07Metal on Metal
The boom barrier came down. I was on the bike, waiting. Then the Rajdhani came through at ninety, maybe a hundred and twenty.
Read → 08You Cannot Have Both
A car hit a small puppy right in front of my eyes. I stopped. And then the questions came, fast and practical and merciless.
Read → 09The Queen That Never Came
I'd booked the Deccan Queen. Vista dome. Breakfast at 8am with the Western Ghats rolling past. Then the ping came.
Read → 10Visor Up
There's a stretch of road that passes through a wildlife sanctuary. Every time I enter that ghat section I flip my visor up.
Read → 11His House His Rules
There is a frog in my bathroom. Has been for about a month now. He sees me come in and doesn't move. We have an understanding.
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