Between The Squiggles

My thoughts are like little squiggles inside my head.

Musings

  • Shuvo

    I know this is not real. I know what I feel for you is probably temporary, and just like the priest Fleabag loved once said, “It’ll pass.” But when you are inside this strange state of love for someone, and I call it a state of love because it is not love, we both know…

  • A House Never Forgets

    Perhaps that is why, when newer tenants come in, they must paint over the tainted walls, fix the worn-out door sills, and install new taps, trying gently—or sometimes forcefully—to wipe away the traces the previous tenants left behind, traces the house itself seems reluctant to surrender.

  • Well… My 2026 Resolution??

    I am supposed to fix my resolutions for 2026. But I’m too dull for it.

  • “Blinding” in Love

    Sometimes I think that if I had let myself fall in love with him, I would have gone blind.

  • The Last Ordinary Night

    Are ordinary memories ordinary after all?

  • Parents, and Long Corridors.

    It’s strange how you can know something your whole life and still never really see it.

  • Crickets

    Can I be a child again?

  • The Quiet Pull of a Writer

    When hunger knocks, romanticism slips out the back door.

  • Another Day Again

    Did I survive the elevator crash?

  • People & Their Data Points

    And why is it that we reserve our willingness to cut people slack – or to ‘assume the best in others’ – only for the most extreme situations, but not in the small, ordinary moments of everyday life?

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