diksha sundriyalTo the Non-Existent, the Most Improbable, Essentially Imagined LoverTo you,Feb 13, 2022Feb 13, 2022
diksha sundriyalCall it Freedom, or Loneliness.I vanished for a while. I stopped being, in a way that people don’t notice you are not there anymore. It was a silent slippage in the…Feb 6, 20221Feb 6, 20221
diksha sundriyalIn Infinity, Everything is At the CenterWhat’s the point of it all?Jan 9, 20221Jan 9, 20221
diksha sundriyalOn Seeing the Crescent Crumb of MoonOn a November noon, I asked my friend to paint the sky for me. She lousily picked up the brush and a thin page for a canvas. At first, her…Jan 3, 2022Jan 3, 2022
diksha sundriyalWe Are All Cracks in the Universe“The psychedelic death shrouds of ordinary stars are fleeting.” — When Neil DeGrasse Tyson said this while explaining the lifecycle of…Jan 1, 2022Jan 1, 2022
diksha sundriyalYou Never Read the Same Thing TwiceThere comes a time in a reader’s life when they find a book or an author that shows them that there is something more behind the writing…Dec 30, 2021Dec 30, 2021
diksha sundriyalBecome What You WillFall is my favourite time of the year. Things come undone during these months. Warmth is chipped away, one night at a time, and cold sets…Dec 28, 2021Dec 28, 2021
diksha sundriyalLeave Waiting for TomorrowI always thought about a few more years, a little older, a bit more experience, a little more confidence, more money. I thought I needed to…Dec 26, 2021Dec 26, 2021
diksha sundriyalIt’s Spring SomewhereIt must be silent somewhere, I wondered, sitting at my bedroom window, looking at the torrent of rain outside, listening to its uproar that…Dec 24, 2021Dec 24, 2021
diksha sundriyalWhen I First Heard Cigarettes After Sex.I was trying to write a letter, one rainy night. I say trying because words just wouldn’t come to me, no matter how hard I stared at the…Dec 22, 2021Dec 22, 2021
