Issue 08
31st Jan, 2024
I tried drafting so many notes for this issue. But still couldn’t decide what to put in. But that’s okay, I kind of want this to be a postcard. And January’s almost over. Didn’t it feel like A YEAR? So things are new, with me and in here, in this mailer too as you can see. Welcome to Ink & Inbox where you’ll find postcards turned into emails, poetry and life’s chronicles.
Been living with heartbreak again. For every present moment I find myself lost in the past. Noticing how delicate life is, the world is.
I return to my room very often, I don’t even stay outdoors a lot. Spending hours in the light of a yellow mushroom lamp, cacti to look at and pages to bleed my thoughts onto with ink that withdraws itself from describing the emotions.
But often I run outside to sit at a cafe, trying to read or listening to songs, just to look at different things, different skies, different people, different plants. And walking back home, I just think of how I can go anywhere I want, yet I return to sit through it.
Oh and I’m trying to read more. Over the past year I’ve completely grown out of reading habits. Or even just reading- for fun. So I’ve been carrying a book around everywhere I go. I haven’t even finished one properly yet. Recently I read some works of Rabindranath Tagore published by the Rupa Publ. and it’s beautiful. Feels like a friend you made in the park on a weekday morning and he’s telling you stories from his time.
But I look forward to reading more and putting my thoughts in here.
My next project is alive and hides in the normalcy(regularness?) or boredom of my everyday life. I don’t have to make it, I have to find it and show it to you. It’s nice, I promise.
Pictures from a local Book Festival I visited around Aundh. There’s also a Handloom Fest (or handicraft market, can’t remember) which has beautiful stuff too.
And all my plants are still alive.
Siddhesh.
Way to go Buddy🙌