Imagine losing all of that one day, just like that, overnight, and not being sure of when and whether you’ll ever be able to feel any pleasure in doing anything previously pleasurable ever again. That’s anhedonia.
Still quite rough on the edges and not seamless enough with the flow, but I will let the inner brute force I am deploying forget for a while that I have been out of practice for 4 years.
Channeling my inner Linda Goodman and Bejan Daruwala hybrid-ness.
I know that's an easy pun that obviously emerged after everyone had started visiting Leh after '3 Idiots' made it all hep and famous. Pop culture has an incredible ability to boost tourism – Goa became a ritual for all college kids after Dil Chahta Hai, India became interested in Skydiving after ZNMD, and Leh... Continue Reading →
Healing is one of the most beautiful processes you'll ever go through. That smile that you catch yourself emanating the moment you realise you've moved on and learned so much in the process and emerged out of it a stronger and more graceful person, is honestly worth all the pain that you go through. I... Continue Reading →
It was unusually hot for a December afternoon in Pune and my friend Tanveer and I found an isolated table in the famous 11 East Street Cafe to sit and talk about, well, my childhood. The agenda was clear - my therapist, back in Delhi, had asked me to sit down with a person I... Continue Reading →
"Pyaar toh mein ne kar liya hai maa," says a morose Anjali when her mother questions her about her feelings. Anjali Sharma, the quintessential tomboy, spent a decade loving her best friend Rahul Khanna from college. The best part is, she didn't even see him in the last decade. We all loved watching these movies.... Continue Reading →
I believe writing can break you; yet we write the best when we are the most broken. I believe writing can shake you; yet we write the best when we are the most shaken. I believe words can mend broken hearts. I believe words have the ability to drag you from that pit of darkness... Continue Reading →
I'm not very certain what love is. I won’t deny that I went looking for its meaning numerous times. I definitely rule out Romeo and Juliet here, for they were stupid, frivolous and if you ask me, they deserved to die. After having read Wuthering Heights countless number of times, I am now convinced that neither... Continue Reading →
Dear Bono, I felt like puking out the little food I managed to eat over the last three days. I didn't catch a proper wink since I heard about you. I suddenly realised that that's exactly how you became every single time Aaama, Anna and Pednanna went on a vacation and left you at my... Continue Reading →
Lasya Nadimpally 