This is a crime suspense thriller that would keep you on the edge of the seat till the last minute. Most parts of the movie are shot in one room, and most of the events unfold in one day, and it’s the story that rules in this movie. With good performances from all the lead…
Movie Review: Photograph
In psychotherapy, we have content and process. Content deals with what the client says, and process with why and how he says what he says. This movie is all about process. It’s a string of moments woven together to present an almost-love-story, and largely depends on just the acting prowess of the main characters (the…
Things that made me joyful yesterday
Long hot shower. Chilled watermelon. F.R.I.E.N.D.S bloopers. Finding the perfect fragrance for home after months of trial and error- cinnamon apple. Reading for one hour without checking phone. Sitting in the balcony watching the clouds pass me by.
A to-do list for the next month
Small changes. Waking up half an hour earlier. Checking social media while having breakfast, not immediately after getting up. Ideally, checking social media while riding the metro to college. No, cross that. Creating blog post while riding the metro to college, not after the day is done and sleep is all one cares about. Sleeping…
PhD Diary: #3
It’s the beginning of the end, and it’s extremely bittersweet. As I ride the metro home having just come out of a 3.5 hours’ meeting with my research guide, I’m acutely aware of the fact that I have only a few more such meetings left. Of course we would continue to be in each others’…
PhD Diary: #2
It’s remarkable how much resilience our gendered world requires of some (rather most) of us. While analysing the data from my study on experiencing gender in the Indian context, though I’m often driven to bewilderment and despair, more often than not, I see remarkable strength, hope, and overall positivity in my participants’ narratives. It was…
The Feminine Mystique: Book Review
This is a book I had been meaning to read since a long time. It’s length kept deterring me, particularly since these days I’m reading one book per week. Standing at almost 600 pages, and this being non-fiction, it’s not a book I would normally pick. I finally did pick it up this week thanks…
Remember me?
Can you see me from up there? Do you even remember me? I won’t blame you if you don’t. I saw you barely twice a year, sometimes only once You were so small, I know you barely knew me It hurts a lot though Why did you have to go so soon? And why am…
How do I explain this feeling? I want to share what I am feeling but without talking about you. If I talk about you here, will it not be cheapened? How do I go from recipes and movies and books to you? But I have to do something about what I am feeling, don’t I?…
If only
This turmoil, this longing, If only I could give it a voice. This knot in my chest And this lump in my throat If only there were words that found them, And coaxed them out of me. If only.
A Rain of Moments 