Migraine.

The migraine began near the starters. Not an actual migraine. Mrs. Verma. “Arjun! Long time. What are you doing these days?” “Same job. Still in Bangalore.” “Oh, nice. My son is in Canada now.” Arjun nodded. Nobody had asked where her son was, but Canada had apparently entered the conversation anyway. “Very good,” he said, … More Migraine.

The Untranslated

Some people speak in straightforward sentences.
I speak through songs, pauses, remembered details, and things I never fully learned how to explain. Maybe that sounds too emotional or even a little filmy to normal people. But “The Untranslated” is about the loneliness of feeling deeply in a world that often mistakes emotional depth for overthinking – and the quiet hope that maybe, one day, someone will finally understand what I was trying to say. … More The Untranslated