It is Sunday, right?

Ok, given that it is actually Sunday today, here’s a list of things you can do with your time to spend your weekend well:

  1. Exercise. Get some life in that body of yours.
  2. Play some music and clean your room. You get two things done at once.
  3. Make art. Make a collage. Paint a picture of the sky. Take photos of the sun.
  4. Nature walks in the morning. Now, I know no one wakes up before 9 on a Sunday, but see if you can do it. Wake up at 7 and get a breath of fresh air!
  5. Write in your journal. I have a journal in which I write down every single dumb idea I get, and all the things I’m grateful for. I don’t know about the science, but it sure does feel amazing to be grateful about life early in the morning.
  6. Don’t look at your phone. Just don’t. Thank yourself later.
  7. Go somewhere you’ve never been before. Might be the chai stall across the street, or a restaurant halfway across the city. If that doesn’t pan out, explore a familiar place with a new pair of eyes. Go to that shop in Forum Mall you always avoid. And also,
  8. Go with friends. Go on a night out with your besties. Make impromptu plans. Have a good time.
  9. If you’re at home, watch some educational YouTube videos. Trust me, they’re better than they might seem.
  10. Make semi-educational YouTube videos, you could alternatively. Who knows, could be fun?
  11. Discover a new genre of music and tell the world about it. Put it online on your social media sites, write a review, your wish.
  12. Read a couple of books. Yes, a couple. You have enough time to finish, like, at least 3.

The Eagle

-by Lord Alfred Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls. 


What 24 Months of Blogging Has Taught Me

  1. Learn to post on time. Otherwise you’ll be celebrating your two year blogversary ten days too late.
  2. Listen to your audience. As much as you’re writing for yourself, you’re also writing to help your readers traverse this veil of tears safely, so give them what they want sometimes.
  3. Trust your voice. In the beginning, it’s tough finding what exactly makes you who you are as a writer, but if you keep at it long enough, and if you practice, you’ll find out who you are. Until then, don’t stop searching.
  4. Build your niche as you go. Don’t expect your blog to stay the same forever. Experiment as much as you can in the early stages. Find what works for you and what doesn’t. Which font suits your blogging style? Which background? What kind of humour makes you and your readers happy? Never stop asking yourself these questions, and perfect yourself as you learn more.
  5. Invite criticism. Ask everyone and his brother to come and give you advice on how to make your game stronger. Doesn’t matter if they know anything about blogging or not. The beauty (and irony) of the online world is that everyone has opinions, so use it your advantage.
  6. Keep your first blog post online. They’re usually the cringiest pieces of baloney you ever could have written and you can look back and feel proud about the progress you’ve made. Reader, I beg you, don’t read my first blog. Please.
  7. CONNECT. The whole point of blogging, in my experience, has been to reduce the amount of loneliness and complacency in the world by creating a personal, safe space for online and irl discourse, so by all means, keep all lines open.
  8. Keep your ears peeled. Listen to any advice, inspiration, or benign idea that comes your way. Trust me. You’ll never see an idea coming, so stay alert or it’ll sweep you off the ground before you can make heads or tails of it.
  9. Surround yourself with writers who inspire. Although blogging is largely a solitary experience, it doesn’t always have to be. Consciously make the decision to be around the kind of people who literally, through their energy, compel you to write more. Luckily, I found my people very early – I have my closest friends, and I have writers who are equally as passionate about life as I am – but I encourage you to never stop looking for more reasons to write, and here’s why:
  10. You will want to stop. One day, it will seem worthless. The words will stop. Your fountain will run dry. The fear of judgement will kick in faster than the speed of your thoughts, you will curl up into a ball of comfort and all your beautiful dreams, like all beautiful things, will die of neglect and resentment and disregard.

Don’t stop. don’t. stop. Post a word a day if you have to, but don’t stop. Take a week’s break if you have to, but come back. This is not only a matter of not giving up, it is a matter of staying true to who you are. Speaking your mind is a brave, brave thing. I need you to be brave. Put your heart and soul out into the world, because people will see it, and people will continue to believe in the power words have. And one day, you’ll have an amazing story to tell.


grace – surfaces


The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm

– by Wallace Stevens.

The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night

Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.

The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,

Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.

The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.

And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself

Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.


i wanna know if these words are enough



I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

– Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems


O sweet spontaneous

by e.e. cummings

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have

             fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched

,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded

        beauty      how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive

to the incomparable
couch of death thy

             thou answerest

them only with