Category: Personal Essays
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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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On creating, fucking around and standards.
Ever since I have come back from Lonavala, I have defaulted to consumption rather than creation. I’ve read books and newsletters and reports. I have watched YouTube videos and documentaries and movies and music films. I have thought of making something – anything – but I keep crawling into the safe, delusional world of consuming.…
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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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Potential ka achaar
If three people gossip at my funeral, I do not want them to say – Alas, she had so much potential. It would kill me. Maybe that’s the reason I died. Assume non-linear timelines. I’ve always hated the idea of it. It’s my greatest fear. Basking in the glory of all my potential. And never…
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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…
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2024. Pilot.
I am finally home. Had Sem 3.2 exams in December and flew to Gorakhpur the very next day. And there, I gave into the laziness and chose hanging around + snacking with friends more often than I chose work. Or reading. Or writing. Which was nice. My brain needed a breather. And a little wiggle…
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Action for agency
Of the 1000s of thoughts I had today, agency is the one thing I keep circling back to. Women’s agency – the lack of it. Growing up, I’ve had very little of it. And I was at peace with it. Because I had believed I would get more with age. Like most things in life.…
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My name is Anshika. And I was born in 2003.
Greetings of the day. (Ref to yesterday’s post) Pre-Ps: Decode the blog title :p Mother Taylor’s 1989 – HER VERSION – just dropped. And the world is falling back in place. That’s the album that pulled me into the fandom. It was a fun cycling evening. I came home to grab some water for me and the…
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On writing (dot com?)
My first encounter with a Greetings-of-the-day email was at 16. I read it on Fufs’ laptop. And mocked him a lot – I thought wasn’t cool, wasn’t ✨ giving. ✨ Today at 12:18 AM of October 27, 2023, I think it is the most rational choice. A blanket wish. The only problem is – it is…