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Art is not about the artists.
What I notice when I'm paying attention
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Art is not about the artists.

Stories I tell myself when I become inconsistent in my own habits. And why it's not all bad.

This flash essay is part of a collaborative, constrained-writing challenge undertaken by some members of the Bangalore Substack Writers Group. This month, we used the prompt, ‘What’s keeping you afloat in a turbulent world?”’.

Your career is mostly accidental.

Searching when I should be chasing. When it truly works, the pattern for me has been: I’m reading toward something. A question, a project, a piece I’m already writing. The material has somewhere to go. But absent that, it is just an endless hamster-wheel.

Or how I learned to stop worrying and ask about water situation.

So you know specifically on whom to cast a bad juju on.

There’s this 8-month-old indie dog,” G texted last evening.

I was walking back home after a long late-evening walk when I realised: “Product Management” by itself was no longer fulfilling enough for me.

Which one do you prefer