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I joined Birding Bob's group in Central Park on Saturday morning. The Ramble was misty and cold. Everyone had their binoculars up, looking for warblers and rarer birds. I don't know much about birds. There was this little one walking along with us — hopping on the trail, pecking at the dirt, flying a few feet ahead and waiting. It did this for a good twenty minutes! At some point it found a string…
I came to my favorite cafe in Vadodara. I used to come here to work when I was here in 2023 - cold brew, corner seat, headphones on, lost in my laptop. I opened my laptop today and it felt good to have the wifi connect automatically. In the sea of changes, it feels reassuring to have some things not change. One of my school's senior knows the owner; I had met him the last time I was here. It was…
Thoughts on turning 30
On winter streets and crowded subways, the human body does not always cooperate with our sense of public dignity.
Someone I love and respect called me out recently. We were talking about Andrew Cuomo, and she was surprised I didn’t know the full story behind the sexual harassment allegations. Then she asked if it was because, as a man, I didn’t care as much about these things. That landed harder than I expected. I pushed back - “It’s not that I don’t care; I’ve just stopped caring about the news in general.”…
March 30, 2025. Seattle . I was on the ferry from Bremerton, heading back to a city I hadn’t seen in two and a half years. The weekend had been soaked in rain while I camped in the Olympics, and the forecast looked just as bleak. I didn’t expect much. But as the ferry turned into Puget Sound, the skies opened up. It felt like Seattle had shown up just for me. Mount Rainier appeared on my right.…
Chicago, October 15, 2022. It was 8am - windy, like always. I was in a car, parked across from what used to be my home. Waiting. My ex-wife was flying back from India with her mother. I wasn’t there to say goodbye-I just needed to see that it was real. New York, October 16, 2024. Two years later. I was walking away again. This time, from what could’ve been love. I’ve done a lot of hard things in…
At this age, every year brings another wedding. It’s almost a rhythm now—a close friend gets married, and the wedding becomes our annual reunion. These events are more than just ceremonies; they’re time capsules. They bring us all together again, like college days but with fewer shabby hostel rooms and more hotel suites. They’re full of laughter, board games, late-night talks, and endless dancing.…
I'd love for you to read this while listening to the above track :) Another year, another orbit around the sun. This blog has become an unintentional ritual. A way to mark time, reflect and wrestle with the inevitable uncertainties that come with another lap through life. Patience was my word for Year 28 . In many ways, I honored it. I learned to let time work its quiet magic—to wait without…
I’m almost 29, but yesterday was my first time voting. It felt surreal, especially since I grew up in a family where voting is a sacred duty. My dad is passionate about Indian politics, and voting is non-negotiable for him. For me, though, life didn't work out that way. Since I turned 18, I haven’t stayed in one place long enough to vote. I spent four years in Jodhpur, but my voting location was…