As a child I considered myself something of a minor polymath. There was nothing I that tried that I couldn’t really do. Nothing felt difficult or challenging . I never felt dumb, I never had to really work hard or stay consistently focused in order to get good at something…

Diagnosis is a scary word. It immediately triggers visions of hospital beds, syringes, and machines with green lines pulsating. You’re in a room, a clinic, grey and sterile, abstract art on the walls, a window overlooks a generic cityscape, the doctor has a somber look on their face. They point…

I recently watched Everything Everywhere All At Once. Some people thought it was a boring, overdone trope. Others called it “The Matrix but with a mother and daughter”, all while it was sweeping the Oscars. I watched the movie twice. The first time it was just a thrilling ride into…

Most people who know me now wouldn’t believe it but I was an extremely timid child, afraid of everything and everyone. I clutched my mother’s clothes and would cry if she was ever out of sight. At some point that changed. I discovered the stage. Under those lights I could…

Off the top of my head, I can quickly say you were one of the worst years ever; a prolonged epilogue to the global pandemic, the loss of my role model and the subsequent loss of my father figure. …

Disclaimer — this is a tale of privilege and first world problems. Proceed with caution. I moved to another country to live by myself when I was eighteen years old. The years I spent in America were a desperate search for all things familiar. I was mixing MTR Puliogare packets…

Yes yes, that same dumb show on Amazon Prime that we’ve all pretended to hate but dutifully watched all three seasons of. That one only. After watching it I was enraged for a full three days so I really need to put down my feelings before I explode. Having publicly…

As a 6 year old, I had ambition. I wanted to be the best at everything I did. As I grew older, that perfectionist drive just became more and more embedded into my self esteem. …

One of the few things that hasn’t changed in the thirty years I’ve been alive, is the chocolate sauce at Corner House. For those of you who don’t know Corner House, it’s a Bangalore legend. Born in 1982, nine years before me, it has been the go to place for…