A Thousand Ways of Bi-eing
FiddlerI remember that thrown-cast day of fifteen so clearly. There I was, sitting on the floor while Amma grabbed and pulled my unruly curls that refused to listen while lamenting…
Not-so-strange strangers
Collection of anecdotes that I’d like to keep documented Hi. This is about strangers I met along the way. I don't know their names or their backgrounds. I probably cannot recall…
She and I – We are the same.
This story is about a girl like me. Not me, but someone who is a lot like me. She has a face that I see on shiny metal surfaces and…
Goodbyes Are the Heat of Your Palms On My Back
"Simple. Seamless. So quick to set up. With local files. On Spotify." The headphones are not mine, and itch with the discomfort of earpads that haven't molded to the shape…
A Ring for Joanie
“Karl’s Jewellers est. 1835”, said a small sign hanging from the dull grey stone building on the corner of West and 2nd. Jenkins looked around him, putting his hands deeper…
Alumni Interview Series – Danish Sheikh
Choosing a career outside the legal profession can be frightening for NALSAR graduates. In an attempt to make it a little less frightening, we bring you a special alumni interview…
A Sad Dalliance
Nobody seems to be having idlis in full. All around the Dining Hall, there is lonesome cutlery full of fractions of rice-cakes, deserted by loathsome patrons. You wouldn’t believe your…
Rambling Down the Road of Research
How a research break on YouTube fortuitously changed my perspective on the dreaded citation, and other epiphanies.
The Matchstick is Burning and So Am I
From how am I? To who am I? The journey of a simple-looking but a furious anxiety attack.
In Defence of Instant Soup
There is a popular Vsauce video about something bizarre; this description doesn’t narrow it down at all, but there. It begins with a question about the fundamental nature of cereal.