If this is the first time that you are WFH, it can be daunting. Here is a little something I hope that would help, some of these still stand true from my first post back in 2015 but think of them as perhaps, updated versions of the same, a new, advanced version from Seni in 2020. Continue reading Quarantine Diaries: Let’s Talk about Working from Home
I have so many thoughts on COVID-19. The past few days (it hasn’t even been a week) has opened a plethora of observations to see how people react to what’s happening, overreact to it, find humour in the situation and also, most importantly, help us identify how stupid us humans can be. Continue reading Everything that’s on my mind about the Coronavirus
Writings by a young (ish) woman belonging to a minority community. Continue reading Minority Musings
Stream of consciousness musings. Continue reading Tell me how are you able to move forward?
During my time in India, my love for you grew and while you were always #1, (South) India soon became #2 and Nepal, #3. My work became a blessing to me and I began travelling more of South Asia and before you know it, I had fallen in love with the region, its people and paradise, all over again. But throughout it all, you remained #1. Continue reading An Open Letter to my Country, my (old) Friend
Back when I used to study Literature, they would often say that tragedy writes easier than comedy. The fact that I’m still writing, three days in a row, is also my inability to find solace with myself and what has happened. Continue reading How do you sleep at night?
Two days we have spent doing the bare minimum. Our fingers are number from the endless scrolls and our eyes hurt from staring at screens for longer than we should. We are not sure where our cars would take us but our emergency bags are packed. Continue reading The First Monday of the next Decade
While asleep, I dreamt of blood. Blood on me and blood around me. I’ve been having weird dreams for weeks anyway so that’s all there is to it. My Mother, while watching the news tells me of the “fall” of Notre Dam and how it was symbolic of the things to come and even possibly, the end of the world. See, unlike me, she believes in religion. She, unlike me, has been able to bypass and look beyond the cruel intentions of small groups of organised religion and continue with her faith. I, unfortunately, have not been able to. Continue reading Easter Sunday in Sri Lanka
