Noah – The Mind Reader

It’s been over four fuckin’ years of restlessness. Aching restlessness. But it’s also meant four years of a living, breathing, meaningful  existence.   Noah is the dog I adopted from a shelter, at a time when I was as broken as he was. He greets me the same way each day. Bushy tail swinging side to…

Meanderings of a ‘seemingly-normal-not-so-dark’ depression

It’s been more than a few weeks of being stuck in this limbo, this stupor of being unable to run, read, write, work, think. To think. Not the superficial way that will get me through the day. There’s tiredness too climbing up the flight of stairs, which was not apparent earlier. Stuffing myself with far…

No Sense of Place

(Re-post: This article first appeared in The Wire, 16 Jul 2017) Noah rides shotgun. Credit: Nisarg Prakash The city is slowly starting to stir. I jump the gate, climb up three floors, heaving my backpack clumsily despite my intentions to remain stealthy as a cat. But he has already been alerted. Maybe it was shutting…

Conversations with the floppy-eared Monster

(This is a long, rambling conversation with the notorious big, bad wolf. Dive-in if you’re not the faint-hearted) Nis: Hey Noah! (Whistles)…  Hello…. What’s up? Noah: (Bushy tail swishing side to side)…. Kee.. Kee…Kee…  (I’m happy to see you but don’t expect me to act like a goddamn Lab) (transitioning away from dogspeak) Nis: How…

Noah Knows No Empathy

25 May 2018 “Empathy isn’t just listening, it’s asking the questions whose answers need to be listened to. Empathy requires inquiry as much as imagination. Empathy requires knowing you know nothing. Empathy means acknowledging a horizon of context that extends perpetually beyond what you can see.” ― Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams: Essays I had…