An Elementary Choice

I think I was in seventh grade when I first picked up a copy of “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes”, on a hot afternoon at a roadside bookstall in Mumbai. It was a second-hand purchase; the book was purple-tinted and dog-eared, rough and sturdy to touch. Little did I know that I had just picked…

Of Autumn and Misfits and Game of Thrones.

I’m back! Hurray, confetti, parade, etc, etc. I love you all (platonically and in a panda-like way) and I have missed talking to you, or at you, or, you know, just generally clacking away at a keyboard in the hope that someone out there has been listening. #Goddesses is over. It feels strange, to announce…

Of TV shows, wolves and all things beautiful

Right, so I have been trying to make myself write this post for the past two weeks and a half, but partly due to terror, partly due to horrendous illness and ridiculous amounts of phlegm and partly due to, well, life, my mind and creativity refused to co-operate with my inner sense of duty. Today,…