It’s hard to tell who is who. I know a Marcelo, a Nando, a Roberto, a Numa, an Arturo and a few others. But I don’t know them as boys who speak this way or that, or as boys who have a mole on their forehead, cat eyes, long hair. I know them maybe only…

I was eating vada today and remembered how Sheffpuff used to say vada. I giggled and was reminded for some reason, of the simple way in which a conversation with her one December in 2021 lifted me up. That afternoon, I was sitting under the banyan tree and staring at nothing. Sheffpuff saw me after…

I love My Best Friend’s Wedding for its seduction of Julia Roberts, and her seduction, in turn, of us. To be seduced by Jules as a headstrong, independent woman is one thing. To be seduced by her job as a food critic who travels, drinks, eats, smokes, and wears stylish clothes is also the same…

I wish there was a word for that moment when a film or book review does the gentle thing of holding a reader’s hand and leading them towards what the reviewer saw, loved, cried at, laughed at. I feel taken care of when they show what particularly they have allowed in themselves to be changed…

The twelfth edition of Meta begins today and I’m feeling smol happies. I never thought I’d be old enough to have a 12-year-old anything but it is here and I want to have a lot of fun and be very happy today. Meta is a festival of literature and each year, we try to bring…

Watched Fighter over the weekend with famjam and got irritated. Even father who is otherwise devoutly patriotic found it ridiculous that some random long-haired dude who has no story, no song is apparently more powerful, and more dangerous than the Pakistan army. He was making this point when we got into the lift saying why…