The Biscuits Are Still Here
Riki lived next door, but our house kept food for him. After he was given away, his biscuits remained—and Tiger kept waiting.
writing
Writing, when I have something worth saying.
Essays, build notes, and the occasional smaller piece. Sparse by design.
latest
Aug 15, 2026 / 9 min read
Nobody Brings Food When You Are Happy
On good news, the faces people make when they hear it, and why being celebrated is so much harder to receive than being pitied.
recent archive
6 recent / 17 total
The Door You Left Open
On the gap between being useful and being present.
The Room Where Love Became Obedient
On Gunahon Ka Devta, Chander's clean-looking cowardice, and the violence hidden inside worship.
Just Two Years
Reading Muna Madan in a country that still teaches love to leave.
The Story That Ended Before the Life Did
On narrative foreclosure: when pain stops being one chapter and starts deciding which futures still feel possible.
The Prize That Stole the Pencil
On the overjustification effect, reward, and how a private reason can be replaced while the hand still keeps moving.
fragments
14 published
Shorter pieces live separately from the essays. Some things are better left small.
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