remembering goodbyes
On December 30, 2021 at around 11.15 pm, I stood timid and fearful in the midst of a hostel room two arm spans wide. The sparse furniture and sleet walls, the broken tile and clinical smell of the bathroom took over my senses as I attempted to process four entire months away from home for…
the joys and woes of the ‘tortured artist’
The tortured artist – that image of a starving, struggling, shabby but sexy creative figure has been an oddly alluring archetype since generations. A person who doesn’t sacrifice morality at a moneyed altar and pours themselves into their craft by the burning midnight wick — who is weary but still righteous. The tortured artist is…
bombay aur jootein
65 days in Mumbai. Upon submitting my undergraduate thesis almost exactly four months ago, I could never have imagined that my feet and fate would lead me here. I had dreams and aspirations of becoming a writer, a journalist (to make it sound more ‘career-friendly’) and where else could I have yearned to be if…
summer in manipal
It’s been twenty long days since I returned home to Pune. But home is also a place far, far away. Presenting – an entry from April 1st, 2023. * As part of my final semester as an undergraduate student of Humanities in Manipal, I was part of a writer’s workshop. The workshop spanned eight sessions…
can’t help but call all these words my own
Growing up multilingual was simultaneously a joyous and a messy affair. I spoke Konkani with my mother and her family; Marathi with my father and the other residents of my teeming city; and Hindi and English perhaps because almost every child raised in contemporary India will learn at least a proverbial few words of both…
belgaum, by the window
journal entry: 03.12.21-05.12.21 This journal entry documents some of my thoughts during my stay with my grandparents in Belgaum, Karnataka; mostly as I sat at Abu’s wooden desk, gazing at the lush green foliage sparkling in the sunlight beyond the window. You might have guessed that from the title. (: I try and keep my…
a poem for september
september gave me lifeand nestled me within its falling leaves, brilliant–greens, goldens,tangerines and crimsonsi sense these autumn windsmeandering within my body,weaving my tapestries. much of this year has been grey and overcast,but i still see september rainsglistening on the streets,tapering off leaves,the winds part and unite these murky clouds,so that i may knowthat there still…
on plants and growing–a lesson from my basil plant
Behold the newest visitor to our garden, a little basil plant. It planted itself into an empty pot of its own will, and is scarcely a month old. Nobody in my family has any clue as to how or when it rooted itself amidst the fragrant earth. But everyday when my mother and I come…
six
April 2021 marks six years since I wrote my first (serious) post for this blog (well, as serious as a twelve year old can be). I’m not sure why a ‘big five’ celebration never occurred to me in 2020. Perhaps it was a reminder of hope I was meant to discover only this year. (:…
A Culinary Journey Through Memory
They say food is that which brings together family and community, and there truly is a quiet intimacy about sharing food cooked at one hearth. But when one thinks about it, it is also inextricably entwined with individual identity and how we perceive ourselves as part of a cultural mosaic. Indeed if our lives were…
it’s the last day of the year
There is something about the last week of the year that always calls out for reflection—on all the months that have flown past, and all those that await. A strange sense of wistfulness and nostalgia envelopes me every year as I try and process all that the days have evoked and brought with it. What…
~reflections~
With New Year’s fireworks still blazing in my mind, I sat journaling about what I wanted to work towards achieving and becoming this year, in the wee morning hours of January 1st. Fledgeling 2020 was accompanied by the natural resolve and electric energy that comes with a new year. In January, my biggest perceived challenges…
A Letter To Humanity
Dear us, How are all of you doing? Are you doing okay? Have you smiled today or read something calming? I know all of us have been through a lot — for each summer we’ve lived to see, our hearts and minds have experienced great joy, sorrow, love, fear, doubt and wonder. But especially now,…
We Trust, so We Live
I’m thinking about what trust is. Is it the dictionary definition – firm belief in the truth, reliability or belief in someone or something? Both are equally as important. Trust in people is what makes this world run and trust in concepts and ideals of love, humankind and God is what keeps our spirits alive.I…
Colour.
Colour breathes joy and life into every creation, whether ancient or modern. Skin tones progress from palest white and dusky wheat to darkest ebony. * ‘It is a blessing to be The colour of the Earth How often must Flowers confuse me for Home.’ Rupi Kaur * A prism splits light into all of its…
Night Trek At Kanatal
“Tucked into a deep ravine, glimmers of light: yellow and white twinkled from the houses and it seemed as if an hourglass of stardust had spilt onto the soil of the hamlet.” Now. I know what you’re thinking. This cannot POSSIBLY be Kanatal. I have never even heard of this place. Mussoorie? Yep. Kanatal? Nope.…
When I Contemplate
The camera attempts to capture a moment- a fleeting second in the swirling whirlpools of time. It captures that moment and immortalizes it, framing it in eternity. Days may pass, years and even decades, but that picture will hang on the wall, making you travel back in time involuntarily. Suddenly, you will be thrust back…
Join Me As I Start Afresh
I don’t know where I’m going but I’m on my way 🙂 Hi everyone! And welcome to my tiny part of the Internet. I’m Harshita, popularly nicknamed Harshi AKA Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup by my friends (don’t ask me, I haven’t the foggiest about how it’s funny) Here, I will be posting whatever’s on my mind…
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