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…

The Mind’s River

(Re-post: This article first appeared in The Wire,15 Feb 2017) The Cauvery river is like any ordinary fern-lined stream in the upper reaches. Credit: Nisarg Prakash January 1, 2017. I have been running. Running hard all these years. Running on tarmac, on dirt, running from others – and even harder from myself. I was afraid…