Let me tell you the story of a café. It is located right in the centre of the town where nothing ever happens. Strong masonry, wooden tables, logs, simple yet spectacularly cosy, casual yet oddly fancy. If you spend ten minutes inside, you’d feel like you were inside your favourite book or movie. That is if you have a thing for subtleties in the art you consume.
Recently, I conducted a life-experiment where I learned that I had conditioned myself into damaging relationships by doing something as simple as marking a contact as Priority. It might sound absurd at first, but it’s rather interesting.
Intrigued enough? Read along.
I try to live a balanced life in all regards. I’m only twenty-one-years-old though so it’s easier said than done. A couple of days where I work enough see me ditching waking up early to workout. Some days where I do everything right leave me with no time for any leisure. I still make it an effort to balance days out.
Shounen manga is a Japanese comic, for the lack of a better word, usually aimed at young boys. These are famous for their obnoxiously loud characters who speak their hearts out without thinking.
I had just come back from Telangana. Volunteering was over. The gap year had resumed, and I was watching Youtube. “Self-discipline is freedom… from yourself” was the title of one of the videos in my Youtube recommends. It was at this point that I had watched Youtube for four hours or so. I wasn’t doing it actively or consciously. I didn’t watch that video. I’m...
I’ve been on a reducetarian diet for the last fifteen months. It has been a fantastic experience. I started off with weekday vegetarianism which I talked about in this blog post roughly twelve months ago. However, today, I finally leapt into it. I’m finally stopping all consumption of flesh. I will, however, consume milk and eggs. So, that makes my new diet a lacto-ova-vegetarian one.
It’s officially two months today since the day you left. I don’t remember much about that day. No, honestly, I don’t. All I remember are moments, and everything else is pretty much a blur. Before you judge me and give me that puppy face though, hear me out once.
It’s a new month, and the days I spent in Nallavagu already feel like a distant memory. At this point, I feel like I’ve forgotten more about the experience than what I remember. The more I get into my life, the more my time there feels like a blur. However, I think, Nallavagu will forever echo in my memory like the morning, afternoon and evening wishes of the students that never ceased throughout...
The village of Nallavagu, Telangana seems impossibly far away from my hotel room. Although the distance is just a feeble hundred and fifty kilometres, the difference is extreme. That difference makes Nallavagu feel like a figment of my imagination and by extension, makes the last fifteen days feel like a whole other universe.
I think stories are the most crucial part of humanity. Everything has a story behind it; from the invention of the wheel to the brand that serves you coffee. The latter is of concern. Believe it or not; stories are the best-selling product of the twenty-first century. It is quite literally, a war of the narrative.