I realise how far I am away from real things. Physical things. Things that give me joy. I never touch the road that carries my punctured cycle except when I fall. I never have to till the soil that gave me my soya chunks. I mostly never touch my wet waste. And I’m very far away from owning a piece of motor and two wheels that will accelerate me far away from the city on the weekends....

I’ve never read a novel quite like the Grapes of Wrath, it is set in Dust Bowl America, both the period and the geography. It describes and paints the market system we live in with such simple, gory detail, that it is haunting. It is a story I would rather not attempt to write about when it still occupies my mind so amorphously. For the time being, I quote from it:...

It was a fast week. Very fast, very insecure in its form, it did not want to be a week. The days passed on very fast, and it feels too early for March to have arrived. I spent much of this week thinking about friendships in my life: the difficulty of making new friends beyond social ease, taking care of the gel that previously bound you or realising that sometimes, I can let go....

A community network in Hara, Idur Kunjyadi, Kundapura Taluka. Beaches, crabs, maps blogging.

Avalahalli, Channapatna, Rangashankara, Plays

Public News Archives, Living Lightly, Indira Gandhi National Center for the Arts. Animals with Agency, Sollisai Sistahs,

Big feelings that are rememberable, Aruna Roy’s memoir, Kalyana Karnataka Karawaan, the many words to describe settlements in Tamil and how that reminds me of wells in Bidar

Sleeplessness, Seeing the vastness of Pallikkaranai, Shaasn, RTO, Languages

Pausing SafeYelli, Calming mentorship, Hyderabad and so on

Mapping Wells, Maps that exaggerate, Babri Masjid, Basavakalyan, Public memory after 1992.

My first weekly notes - The Constitutional Observer, RTIs, Veganism, Chennai Book Fair and others.