I’m finally coming to the conclusion (late to the party, I know) that at no point is life going to ever be neat and tidy, all the different parts in order. There is always (other than for some few crazy lucky beings) going to be some messy parts, some things that could do with improvement,Continue reading “On finding joy, even while riding the struggle bus”
Category Archives: Prose
On getting lost, finding my reason, and the endless cycle
In the last couple years, I’ve struggled to write. No, that’s not completely true. I’ve journaled extensively. But I’ve struggled to write anything that’s not an incoherent stream of consciousness. Anything that isn’t fuelled by frustrations and confusion. I wouldn’t say I’ve been unhappy for all this time. I’ve had some great days, and madeContinue reading “On getting lost, finding my reason, and the endless cycle”
short thoughts: on love and moons?
“I would give you the moon if I could.” A classic lovers’ line perhaps, but one that ultimately tells you nothing. Keep your dramatic hypothetical declarations to yourself and tell me instead what you will do, because you can. Will you hold me when I’ve had a bad day? Will you wipe my tears, cookContinue reading “short thoughts: on love and moons?”
Confessions of a reluctant romantic
I recently realised something about myself – I’m a romantic. A reluctant, closet romantic. This was apparently quite obvious to many who know me, but I always thought of myself as a realist. I’ve never been swayed by grand gestures or believed in love at first sight or even “happily ever afters”. I’ve taken itContinue reading “Confessions of a reluctant romantic”
A new chapter?
So at first it was all quite and exciting and everything. Moving back to what is possibly the greatest city in the world, and no lockdown in sight! A stressful but exciting time. Now, however, it would not be inaccurate to say that I identify more as a tightly knit ball of stress than IContinue reading “A new chapter?”
short thoughts: on judging one’s existential state, or, the answer to “how are you?”
When people ask how you are, I wonder how many actually know what they are asking? Is it just a customary greeting? Are you enquiring about my overall well-being, encompassing my personal, professional, and social lives? Is it a question on how I am physically, whether all my parts are in working order? I spentContinue reading “short thoughts: on judging one’s existential state, or, the answer to “how are you?””
short thoughts: on why I create, and why I share
Creation begets creation, this post is a testament to that – these thoughts came to me while commenting on another post where someone questioned our urge to create and share. For me, the need to write often arises as an outlet for the overwhelm in my mind, but also as a way to preserve myContinue reading “short thoughts: on why I create, and why I share”
The Harem in Me
I’ve been reading Elif Shafak’s memoir Black Milk: on Writing and Motherhood recently. The writer talks of the “harem of women inside her”, she calls them her Choir of Discordant Voices, her Thumbelinas, her finger-women. These women inside her are both her guides and her critiques; they disagree on everything and argue constantly, there’s noContinue reading “The Harem in Me”
short thoughts: on beginnings and endings
“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.” I consider these words as I try to trace our journey, from the first awkward introduction to now. I’m trying to figure out how we got here, how every soul baring conversation, every round of banter, every unexpected adventure, every conflict ofContinue reading “short thoughts: on beginnings and endings”
short thoughts: the upcoming death of a diary
Hello, friend. Hi, dear diary I’ve downloaded all my excess and overwhelming thoughts and feelings into for the past few years. I wonder who I’ll be when you are all filled up? Why does it feel so literal, the very real possibility of a closing chapter in life, nay, the ending of a saga, coincidingContinue reading “short thoughts: the upcoming death of a diary”
Musings by Mubashshira 