Bar Thoughts in NYC

Unless I consciously sit upright, I tend to slouch in my seat. When in NYC, many times I walk to nearby bars for a late-night drink. Depending on how I feel I seek out a type of bar. I find a spot at the bar, heave myself onto the barstool, and keep fingering my drink... Continue Reading →

Community BookStore, Brooklyn

Tellingly, it is only when I think of Community Bookstore, among all the bookstores that I frequent regularly, that I realize how far I have come from my roots. Counting sheer hours I have spent in bookstores, I have spent the most hours in Community Bookstore till date. Initially, it was a five-minute walk from... Continue Reading →

Unnameable Books, Brooklyn

I stay in Park Slope and for the longest time, I did not understand a strange pedestrian phenomenon that was observable outside my apartment. People walking down the street from one direction mostly scowl at me and people walking from the other direction invariable wave and nod at me. I put this down to my... Continue Reading →

Leaving Berkeley Place

I do not know why physical objects weigh heavily on my mind. I realized this only this month as I was getting rid of my furniture in an effort to downsize into a smaller apartment. Watching the furniture being carried out one by one, I could feel my heart lightening. For the longest time I... Continue Reading →

Absence of Presence

It strikes me that I am irrationally ambivalent towards the passage of time. As events unfold I cannot help feeling sad. Often it takes the form of a fleeting look of longing that flashes into the eyes at the end of a favorite retelling of long past happenings. It is almost as if the irretrievability... Continue Reading →

Oct 1st 2017, Brooklyn

Help me out here, will you? Why write? I mean, why write? What I write I want to read. What I want to read I want to experience in some form and what I don't experience leaves me screaming for it self-pityingly. Admonitions of "but you can't have it all" or "fucking nonsense, grow up" make me... Continue Reading →

On Love

**Trigger Warning** **Foul language** **birth and mortality** **boring shit** Guys fuck girls fuck guys in real life. Or so I have heard. I kind of missed that part. I hope you don't. Don't take my word for it kid. That is kind of how all, ok not all, most of the dickheads and cunts walking... Continue Reading →

I Am Not Fine Thank You

Not many people like the truth. That is the fact. I also write in cliches. I do not like that. I told that to the homeless person sitting next to me to whom I had given 2 dollars, even though she had just asked for change. "God bless you baby" she had said and sat... Continue Reading →

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