Dried Flowers

But it’s 3am and Bon Iver makes me believe you are still very lovable, with all your lies

Arkangel: Black Mirror

The episode of Arkangel in Black Mirror stood out as a tall and loud archetype to arrest my attention when it comes to privacy violation. Coming from a generation where parents tend to participate in their kids’ life quite enthusiastically, there are some that go overboard. So when technology gives them a way to exercise…

Death In The Gunj: That Corner Of Bollywood We Should Be Proud Of

There’s an ease and a sense of intoxication that lulls you into their conviviality.

Bechdel made me a cynic about films before putting it up on a pedestal

The audience that absent-mindedly prefers to consume the supremely toxic ideology that female driven movies do not provide for a commercially worthy film in Box office.

Manto Review: An unnerving reflection on the ever existing troubled times of art

It single handedly mirrored an entire league of artists that are subjected to unreasonable regressive regimes, that are bent down to cut off on it’s contextual value and sentiments,

I doubt if she has it all.

It’s been quite a while now, the mirror shows me a face, it talks to me in a language I have known since all this time, a language that reeks of an uncertain haze, a language that has it’s own rhyme. I have taken a liking to the humdrum of that language, it talks me…

Liberal Arts.

I love books. I do, like in the dorkiest way possible.

Sherlock.

I maybe on side of the angels but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.