SOUTHINDIANKID

Category: My Scribbles

  • Subway Stranger

    The time was 4:50 pm. That’s when I get my daily hit of dopamine, and also the longest ten minutes of my existence. Until 5. It was a random December day. People bundled up in layers, walking without giving a damn. Everyone looked happy except me. Where does their happiness come from? I wondered. That lady might have…

  • Bangalore in NYC

    Once upon a time in New York, there lived a guy hopelessly, shamelessly, irrationally in love with Bangalore. Spoiler alert: that guy is me. Every time I walked through Port Authority, I couldn’t help but think of Majestic bus stand. The smell wasn’t the same, obviously. Majestic had the fragrance of diesel fumes, roasted peanuts,…

  • Pier 13 & A Café

    I didn’t want another “Saturdays are for laundry & Sundays are for lamenting” kind of weekend. So, I grabbed my bag, my gimbal, and set out to shoot something in Hoboken. For me, it’s like Manhattan—just with fewer skyscrapers and significantly less traffic. The air was cold, and my gloves? Absolutely useless. My only plan was to…

  • Someday in January!

    My alarm rang at 6:56 AM, and I stopped it. I have two alarms in the morning. The second one is set for 7:05, but it never gets to do its job because I cancel it the moment I open my eyes and slip into a strange 9-minute state—half awake, half asleep. It’s a mix…