
The privilege of not knowing yet
I love this world.
Thinking about the modern world through history, politics, and the strange anthropology of the internet.
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I love this world.

They say time is the great architect of healing, that it softens every edge and buries every ache beneath enough seasons.

It was a cozy Sunday evening, my sister and I were trying to make thai curry from a recipe we got off reels, my dogs were asleep, watching us from a distance.

(from a professional people watcher)

Recently I developed a new hyperfixation: caring about the environment. I'm a little ashamed it didn't come sooner.

and why its totally okay to be so obsessed with it.

I am the target demographic and I am so tired of myself.

on decontextualisation, colonial curating, and the gaze you didn't know you were standing in.

the internet gave us everything and somehow that's the problem

Every sentence that begins with a woman doing something consequential ends with the man she was doing it beside. I am done accepting that redirect.

On unlearning Macaulay, rediscovering Manusmriti discourse, and why your NCERT textbook was always a little sus.

Jane Austen wasn't writing romance novels. She was filing ethnographic reports on a society that weaponized good manners, and we've been falling for the cover story ever since.

Your perception isn't a window. It's a story you've been telling yourself so long it started to feel like the news.

Linear time:the idea that life unfolds in a neat sequence of past, present, future is not reality. It is a narrative convenience. Literature, especially modernist literature, exposes this illusion.

Is the myth of meaning so fragile, or does the universe just not notice?

On curiosity, connection, and thinking beyond intellectual silos.