Category: Ballads
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The Discarded.
She returned not to answers or escape, but to breath, warmth, and the quiet insistence of remaining.
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Of Idlis, Inner Space and Squirrels with Title Deeds
We buy houses to escape loneliness, forgetting the body is already home, the soul its resident, and squirrels manage belonging without paperwork or approval.
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Self-Care With Crime
On difficult days, soup and crime fiction regulate the nervous system, externalize danger, restore order, and remind us why resolution feels deeply, psychologically necessary.
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The Battle of Arni
“I’m Carnatic—the forgotten ghost of southern memory—watching Arni’s cannons echo into today, reminding you that names shape history long after empires vanish.”
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Shabhari: The Forgotten Teacher.
Before Rama became divine, there was Shabari — a woman whose quiet love transformed devotion into wisdom. Her story still calls us to choose sweetness over judgment.
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Her Name Was Vrinda.
In Her Name Was Vrinda, the forgotten voice of Tulasi speaks — love, betrayal, and the irony of divine justice rooted in a woman’s silent suffering.
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