
An Old Man and His Ice Cream
A quiet Mysore evening at a café window, an old man with his kulfi, and the fleeting glance we shared — proof that the smallest moments can linger the longest.
A quiet Mysore evening at a café window, an old man with his kulfi, and the fleeting glance we shared — proof that the smallest moments can linger the longest.
Over the past couple months I’ve picked up some truly unique bags of coffee, each with its own story, process, and tasting profile. I wanted to catalogue them here—not just as a record of what I’m drinking, but also as a way to reflect on how diverse and experimental the coffee world has become. From co-ferments that taste like fruit candy to carefully processed Geshas, this little collection feels like a tour through farms and roasters who treat coffee like art....
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.
A story on routines and their beauty told using an interaction of a couple I observed in Bangalore traffic.
Introducing my new blog site, Musings. The post discusses how I used to mainating my own blog earlier, and why I decided to move on to a static site generator like Hugo.
Reflecting on my experience of using Onsen in Japan — covering the various aspects of dealing with and enjoying being unclothed as a foreigner in a traditional Japanese setting.
A walkthrough of my home where I concentrate on the tiny details that make it my home.
A photo-filled travel log about the Kizhunna Beach in Kerala.