Sleeping my way through it….

Sleep is the only thing on my mind these days. I have skipped work, and instead slept this whole week. My room seems like a prison at these times. The only consolation is Noah is sleeping too, close by. Sleeping through my days is for me an almost certain indication that I’m falling into a…

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…

Meet Prashanth – our friendly neighbourhood Daktre

13 April 2018 About Prashanth (or Daktre as he is fondly known) –  Prashanth is an avid birder (avid – is an understatement) and somebody I go-to when I would like to discuss issues regarding mental health. While we bond over wildlife and conservation, he is also known for his humble and humanistic approach to…

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…