I’ve spent an incredible amount of time sitting by/staring out of windows and so it is reminiscent of those moments we spend with ourselves — putting pieces of ourselves together, tracing our cracks, or picking them apart. …

June and July 2021 — The months have melted and become stuck together, it’s now difficult to find any sign of time passing by. It is as if one has been dropped, without the ceremony and dignity of transitions, right in the middle of hell. Where hell if one of…

I tried, but I am going to accept that these entries will occur in a bubble outside the space-time continuum. Regularity is a myth, at least for now.

May 2021 — A struggle with attempting to put down memories on paper and coming to terms with silences. …

We rarely speak about our relationships with our pets in my household (and I assume, most South Asian households). They teach us more about ourselves and the world around us — especially when it comes to our paradoxes and hypocrisy - than we care to admit. …

ধূসর জানালা | Grey Windows

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