A sleepwalking truck.

Sudden confidence while I was riding behind a slow, sleepwalking truck, I overtook it from under it—

—or so I dreamed.

3 November 2022

The cold zipper.

How wonderful the small zipper feels against my closed, warm eye when the eye leans over the metal zipper by chance, the cold zipper of my pillow’s cover.

A memory from 9 February 2021 at 1:13 am in Rishikesh, Uttarakhand, India.

1 November 2022

Impossible shadows.

Patches of sunlight in barren fields,
there stands nothing
between the sun and the fields,
yet I see intense formless shadows on the ground.

31 October 2022

I finally came down from the Himalaya to live at the sea level for a while. It’s all too flat here!

29 October 2022

In praise of fucking up.

I am in favour of people making mistakes, be it in their thinking, speech, or actions. In favour of them not learning ever from such mistakes. In favour of neither trying for nor leaving a good impression on others.

27 October 2022

The mountains before your eyes.

The greatest mountains in the world are those next to you, your neighbours, the mountains before your eyes that you look at every day, the mountains whose presence makes you feel like God.

25 October 2022

To be a gust of wind in the Himalaya.

Impressive gusts of wind in the Himalaya that no one can stop. Hardly takes rest. The wind rushes in at whim and then vanishes into thin air. Magic like.

What’s it like to be a gust of wind?

Every day the wind is profuse, the constant flow of air around me, and yet I can’t get enough of it. How can I ever? I remember living in the cities, gasping in the dull stillness of the streets. I remember the silence of the wind.

What’s it like to fly through the mountains like a phantom — felt but unseen?

23 October 2022

Mountains and the blue whale.

The moonlight on the snowy mountains, the towering hard rocks, it makes them look so gentle and modest that the memory1 of a blue whale gliding under the surface crosses my mind.


  1. Memory made from internet videos.↩︎

21 October 2022

The moon in the Himalaya.

The mountains look lonely without the moon presiding over them.

Where there is moonlight,
there are mountains.

Without it, they can only pretend to exist.

19 October 2022