Category: Every Day

2018 was a pot of soup

Ever since I can remember, there has always been soup at home. Either a pot of it that gets increasingly thick with flavour from being repeatedly reboiled over two or three days; or in the form of handy packets of freeze-dried instant stuff. Of course,…

Thoughts on a rainy Monday

It’s been six months since I left the full-time desk job, and I’ve been learning to live with a lot less. There are days like this rainy Monday, when I intensely miss my desk on the second floor. The office would have become unnaturally cold.…

feet bathed in light

5 months and 10 drafts later

I’m not acing this “regular blog update” thing, am I? Not that updating my blog is a test or anything, but I suppose there is a fair amount of disappointment involved in my lack of writing. Not that I haven’t been writing. In fact, I’ve…

Now this is not the end.

Now, this is not the end. Perhaps it isn’t even the beginning of the end. But whatever “this” is—beginning, end, or an awkward middle—it’s the sort of thing that should be written down, with multiple false starts, embellished with tiny details that only blurred memories…

the guggenheim

New beginnings

Plato once said, “The beginning is the most important part of the work.” I‘ve struggled giving this blog a ‘beginning’ that it deserves. Over the years, false starts litter the archives, reminders of my inability of commit. So I’ve decided to start afresh. In some…