Observation

I loved the em dash for its messy elegance. Now it just makes my writing look like it was spat out by a language model.

An unexpectedly deep conversation with Anand on our drive to the airport touching on optimistic nihilism; and I’m still pondering it a month later.

Caught between two oblivious leg-jigglers, I endured a movie seat earthquake that turned into an accidental physics illustration.

A story on routines and their beauty told using an interaction of a couple I observed in Bangalore traffic.