disorganized thoughts

The sky keeps its own secrets

A bruised violet at the horizon some mornings, a thin wash of amber on others, if the clouds break just right. Once, unforgettably, a midnight-blue sports car that pulled the morning's stillness along in its wake as it passed me.

Truths are more fragile than they appear. They crack open on ordinary mornings, over nothing more than raindrops on windows. They insist upon you: there is more here, if only you would look.

Fabric becomes gray becomes charcoal shot through with threads of rust. You do not become a different person overnight. Be unruly; let life paint you brightly.

Friendship Gratitude

Originally when making this website, I wanted to have a "people" page, where all the people I loved would be listed, with a one-sentence description of their best and most core qualities. I quickly abandoned the idea, because I had far too many people to put, and could not contain each love letter to anything less than one paragraph. How lucky am I to have such beautiful, vibrant, engaging and intellectual friends? Special love to Neha Chandran, who convinced me to make this website in the first place. She has a one-of-a-kind mind—I'm beyond grateful to call her my friend and confidante in every matter.