Reader’s Rendezvous- Book Exhibition Display Design

Readers’ Rendezvous is an Exhibition Display Design concept that draws from the colorful graphics of book covers, the long strings of sentences that come to life, and the calming disappearance of “the self” when one is immersed in a great book. The display is balanced with a wall bursting with book covers  from the 1900s…

Material-Fanaticism

When I started whipping up the dream of becoming a writer in my head, it was due to the catharsis that writing offered, along with the luxury of reclusive venting. Never did I think that I will try to sell people products, become increasingly engaged in a world that attached human-like personalities to products in…

The cut-off catastrophe

I got the marks I wanted in my CBSE boards and I got into the college of my choice, but that’s not helped me anywhere. Not one bit. Does it add to a bragging point in meaningless conversations? Sure, but it didn’t add any value to my life post the first three months of the…

Phasing the phase out

I stopped opening up to people because it felt like they didn’t want to really listen. And if they did, it felt like they were waiting for me to shut up so they can start talking. It’s not a ‘bad day’ if it’s been greeting you every morning for two months. People don’t completely understand…

Pick-up Preoccupations

Everything you do tells a lot about you. At least to those who watch you with intent. How you brush your teeth can reveal how much attention you pay to detail. What kind of drink you take with your lunch tells a lot about how you see yourself in the future. The way you shop…

Virgins crack and other unconnected thoughts.

Africa My dream visit is a solo trip to Africa, with a simple bagpack and ample water. That’s where we were born. That’s the land our seeds were sowed in. The music that tastes of a fire burning after a long summer day. I was to walk to and from the caves and the jungles…

Freedom fighters still slumber.

Over 12,000 farmers commit suicide in India every year. Their families are left to the dust with heavy debts to pay for the rest of their lives, continuing a cycle of vicious poverty and hopelessness that engulfs their children and generations to come. As many as 1,971 cases of sexual harassment of women at workplace…

Impassioned pessimists.

There isn’t a bigger lie than “do what you love and you wouldn’t have to work again” When you do what you love and make it a job- that’s what your hobby becomes. A job. Doing what you love everyday, competitively, pushing to get better at it cause your livelihood depends on it makes your…

Smoke Alarms 1.2

Sometimes we meet people who leave us with more than just good memories. I’m not talking about being hurt here, I’m talking of addictions. It takes me very little time to get hooked onto people. Not just people, but places, stories, and in this case cigarettes. We start of my taking a feeble drag with…

Virgin town’s fireplace

I just want to get on a bus and get off two days later, somewhere green, somewhere in the mountains, anywhere but here. I want to get on a bus with only unfamiliar faces in it, call myself Arabella, only listen to the Arctic monkeys have tea all the time and stay hidden under the…

Smoke Alarms

I’m just a witness to this dance of smoke that rises far above my reach drifts out from between my fingertips higher till it ceases to exist. A badly taped longing an amateur attempt at fixing my hair a feeble try at walking straight a shy cough unheard in this blaring music coupled with the…

Eleven

I was 11 years old when I was first molested. The word hadn’t even found its way into my vocabulary When a pair of alien hands grabbed my young body Day after day and told me he loved me Even as I struggled against his grip Squirming so my body be free. I was 13…