40 Days of Dating

For everyone who has the slightest of interest in social experiments and relationship psychology – 40 Days of Dating will keep you in its spell from Day 1 to Day 40. Here is what their “About” reads:

What do you do when you’re tired of the prospect of dating? Two good friends with opposite relationship problems found themselves single at the same time. As an experiment, they dated for 40 days.

Since both of them were designers, the website is a colourful journey of the 40 days, interspersed with beautiful typography of a moment or a scenario that stood out from that particular day. They answer the exact same questions about each other every day and it makes for an interesting read and some amazing material to define the human psychology. There are moments when you will relate with their situation, the trivial topics they sometimes fight over and the misunderstandings.

Here is the link to the website which you must scroll through even if you cannot read through it:

TBH, I think people who have been dating for quiet some while should answer these questions as well. It would probably give them a wholly new perspective on life and of course, on their relationship as well.


Summer Nights

There is this thing about summer nights, a nostalgia that doesn’t fade, be it months or years or even decades.

I remember the nights I spent at my Nani’s place, lying in the cot on the night under a starry sky, the rings of the mortein coil rising to the sky while the pomeranian who slept below my cot snored lightly.

I remember the nights at my Dadi’s house, when there wasn’t even a cot to lie on, just a hard plastic mat and sometimes it used to get so cold in May that we used to bring out the blankets from the trunk on the terrace.

It was an altogether different feeling, waking up to sunshine on your face and once in a while, to rains, when you had to wake up and rush inside, taking your bedding and covers along.

I remember the nights at my house in Lucknow. It didn’t happen often but when it did, I was surprisingly glad. No electricity meant darkness, which meant freedom, to go to the terrace, in the middle of the night or outside, to exchange some notes with people you couldn’t meet otherwise.


A love hate relationship with you has given me memories which are equally bittersweet. There were power cuts all the time, but anything beyond the mundane life was welcome. It seemed like life got even more monotonous during your time. It was the same day lived, over and over again, specially during the vacations which we craved  for but within 10 days, got bored of.

Now, there is watermelon in the evening, followed by finally switching off the A.C., when Maa came rushing in to tell us to get some fresh air. We reluctantly go to the rooftop and listen to some music until it is dark and the mosquitoes attack. And then we go back to our artificially created atmosphere.

I do miss you, it is true. I miss the feel of heat on my skin when I came back from school, craving a chilled glass of sherbet. I miss sitting on the staircase playing cards with my cousins because we couldn’t watch TV. Most of all, I miss the darkness of the night, where everyone gathered around together, because they had no screens to look at, no instruments to distract them, and we could just be there, in the moment, waiting for the light to come back and at the same time wishing that it does not.

I miss you, Summer.

Random Shit: Whatsapp Statuses

So, I am bored and here’s a collection of whatsapp statuses of random people (in my contacts, don’t know how ethical is that 😛 ) and some of my old ones as well. You won’t believe how much time I waste going through these and thinking about what to put next. Earlier it used to be a form of connection between me and a friend who used it to convey messages when we weren’t talking. Ah, good old memories. Now it’s just another blank space to fill.

  • “Conversations are best after 3am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words and the silence is not awkward, it’s shared.”
  • “Gotta get me some golden earth and blue skies.”
  • “Eat.. Sleep.. Regret.. Repeat.”
  • “What you seek is seeking you.”
  • “To unpathed waters and undreamed shores.”
  • “If not us, who? If not now, when?
  • “Till the full stop doesn’t come, the sentence is incomplete.”
  • “I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch.”


  • “Where your scent is a mist, there is my home, it is not this.” – from a song.
  • Khali raahein, hum aankhei moondei jaayei, pahuche kahin toh bewajah.” – another one from a song.
  • “Turn me back into the pet I was when we met” – this one as well.
  • “Undress your soul.” – title of a song.
  • “Open your hands if you want to be held – Rumi”
  • “Have bag, will travel.” – a blog’s name, I forget who’s, sorry owner.
  • “We can be alone, together.” – from some movie.
  • “Waking life is a dream controlled.” – do not remember the origin.
  • “Beaches, mountains and everything in between.” – written by self
  • “Let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow” – Gibran

I am a feminist

I can totally relate. Great writing!


Let’s face it: this blog title sounds a bit odd. It does to me. Aren’t feminists those people with hairy armpits and heavy boots?

Let me correct myself straight away: no, they’re not.

Being in a lab with 11 men and one other woman is to say the least interesting and for our lab meetings 3 more men are added to it from my supervisors wife’s lab. Before coming here, I’ve never really thought about women’s rights or feminism – lucky me! Boys and girls go to the same schools, can do the same sports, have similar opportunities and are equal really, or so I thought. At least in my home country, the Netherlands.

But then small thoughts started nagging. Like last conference I went to, why was clothing so much more of an issue for me than for my male companion? He just put on his same old trousers…

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This is just a follow-up to my last post. Found this by coincidence. It just goes so well with what I wrote. ❤



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Fiction smothered life

Because writing is all about appreciating others and getting inspired. 🙂

midnight clamour

she believed that somewhere across the darkness kissed void of the universe lived someone who would brave the cosmic rays just to love her..

she was never stalked by the feeling of absence of a friend as fictional characters flirted with her every night..and,although her room was barely 100 sq. feet,however she found her world inside the old wooden bookshelf which stood in the corner of the dilapidated room,the yellow pages in it were dying yet,it kept her alive..

Yes, like her, each one of us are just an omnibus of the books we have fallen in love with!



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