Spent nearly the whole day helping one of my mom’s (blind) students with his Ph.D. thesis. Feel cheerful and drained at the same time.

Found a weak wireless signal somewhere in the middle of a tropical forest. Just writing to inform you that I’m alive and well!

In India now! Now to hatch some sort of a plan.

It isn’t always easy to tell the difference between wanting a girly girl and wanting to be a girly girl.

I just saw the bluest, most radiant eyes I’ve ever seen. Behind a niqab.

It’s a pity I don’t appreciate people for what they are, but I am quick to resent them for what they aren’t.

The problem with inner beauty is that it’s usually hidden under several layers of outer ugly.

A failed power adaptor, a dead hard drive (with lost data) and another burnt adaptor: You’ve had a bad week if you’re my computer.

“I have way too much food in my house. If you want to come over and help me finish it, …”

It has been noticed that when humming tunes that are rhythm heavy, I involuntarily tend to beatbox along with the notes. Intriguing.

A friend of mine stumbled upon an incomplete draft of my (fake) book beside the bed, and she really really really liked it. Yay!

“You there, Indian boy! Are you from India or are you from Pakistan?”

I offered to tutor a kid for her GCSEs, and you know what? Teaching kids is a lot harder than teaching grad students.

I can’t believe I asked the woman I was with how I should go about putting out the candles.

Watering them every time you feel thirsty: One way to keep your silly little plants from dying on you.