As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters. – J. K. Rowling
Dear Kooby,
It is still 2020 and we are still living through this wildly dystopian year. I am going to assume that by the time you read this, you understand words such as ‘dystopian’ and you are not skipping vowels and punctuations, like kids do nowadays. If you ever write lyk for like and dis for this, we probably need to sit down and have a serious conversation.
Continue reading “A Dinosaur, a Fireman and a Witch”
It is a clear, crisp day in LA. Summer is (almost) out of the door. Yes, you will say it is always summer in LA. But, it isn’t. If it is not 70 degrees, it is not summer. I have become a hipster nomad, which is an actual term coined by Airbnb folks for people who live in Airbnbs. Essentially, I have become the opposite of parent talk for ‘you need to settle down‘. Predictably, I love it. In spite of the fact that this year is batshit crazy and every time you think it can’t get worse, it does.
Continue reading “Covid Diaries (contd.)”
No one teaches you how to live through a watershed year. It comes without notice, flips the life that was and you are sitting in the middle of it and wondering what the hell just happened. 2020 – A year that started like any other year. With fireworks and new year resolutions. I remember sitting with loved ones in Goa, staring at a lit up sky at midnight and thinking this year is going to be hard. Not because I knew about Covid, but just because of all the things that were lined up on the personal front. Part nervous and part excited about the year, I was packing up to go back to San Francisco after a month long break at home. Little did I know that coming home will become an improbable ask very soon.
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A Little Bit of Sunshine 