
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.
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 walkthrough of my home where I concentrate on the tiny details that make it my home.