Category: Daily Writings
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Lemon Rinds
The opening line for yesterday’s unwritten, unpublished blog post was – “I have just had Butter Chicken; the light in my room is a warm yellow; life feels good.” But I could not get myself to writing it. I did write an equally lengthy mail/report to @Saurabh though. To which he (basically) said: If you can write…
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Empty desks and stupid rains
I have to start with this: I have not written in so long, it’s not funny. To start with, I missed out on the Stakeholder Report for May. I hate it. Is 21st June too late to report you of my May? I don’t think so. Tell me? — Today I want to talk about…
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New home, birthday and routines
I have exactly 20 minutes to write before the calendar clocks in. I’d spend till 2:30 last night figuring out Instagram’s reel editor, writing a couple of LinkedIn posts and setting up video-settings on my phone and laptop because I plan on recording a lot of podcasts and sit-down chatty videos this summer. Haha –…
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Growth
In the Growth Session yesterday, we talked about growth. How do you know you’re growing, how do you set goals, what does growth even look like — all those things. Got me thinking. For as long as I remember, I have always wanted to + work towards getting better. Perpetual levelling up. It started off…
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Becoming That Bitch
Every single piece that I have started with a good evening has never gone out. But this evening is different. It had the prettiest, most magical skies. And I am determined. So, good evening! People actually read these blogs. Most of these are just my fuckery on the Internet. To please my whims and fancy.…
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Steamroller in a field of flowers
Last few days, I have consumed or been a part of many interesting conversations. Let me distil them for you. One. FOMO + Sifting. @saurabh sent me this. And this. And this. And a question came to mind. “Do you find a million cool people and read all their cool work? Or random? If A, then how…
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Finding love in 2024
Written on Jan 11. Posted on Jan 27. Edited thrice in between. Lunch break just ended and I have my earphones blasting Mika’s Mast Kalander. Kids are flooding in with tiny snacks and big coffees. I can’t hear them talk – it’s like an Instagram story with some super-thought-out, vibey music. And it is nothing…
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Writing is a thinking tool
I will not be led astray by emotions. Simply put: I whiled on and off the Internet for some four hours today before I finally sat down to write. And I already knew what I wanted to talk about but that looming reminder in my head was unkind and stole the fun + charm of…