The bored Law-ctor

There’s a certain comfort in the familiar, the kind that makes one yearn for it, that wraps around you like a warm blanket on a chilly night. It is this familiarity with normalcy that makes us feel at ease, convincing us that this is how things are meant to be, not some distorted alternative. In a world increasingly obsessed with curated images, highlight reels, and performative existence, the simplicity of the ordinary becomes a rare luxury. The ordinary carries with it an authenticity that no filter can replicate, a purity that no perfectly posed photograph can capture. It is in this space of unadorned reality that true human connection finds its most fertile ground. We might be the last generation to truly grasp how twisted social media has become. We might be the last to understand what it means to love someone who isn’t broadcasting a curated version of themselves to the world, but rather shows their truest, most vulnerable self. With every passing year, the line between real and...

They say grief is a room without doors, but Christmas, with its tinsel and clichés, often finds a way in. And so it did that gloomy December morning. Saddened by witnessing a man run over an injured bird, I resolved to dedicate my life to the study of birds. That decision led me to the university library, straight to the ornithology section. I didn’t expect to find anyone there, yet there you were—a girl with pretty eyes behind glasses, wonderful earrings, and a parrot-like nose adorned with a beautiful nose pin. What was this enchanting girl doing in the ornithology section? Over time, I discovered you had a deep interest in birds too. As clichéd as it sounds, I found myself glancing at you from the corner of my eye, captivated by the way you tugged your hair behind your ears, exposing your dimples. Those earrings, glasses, and that nose pin—it was then I fell for you. I even wished I were born as a nose ring to live on your nose forever.  I might have seemed like a creep hovering...

 It was a rather quiet and dull midnight in June, when I found myself struggling to sleep, plagued by the relentless grip of jet lag. In an attempt to soothe my restless mind, I turned to the familiar comfort of old school records. I sifted through photographs, scrapbooks, gifts, and cards, each item a portal to memories long past. As I waded through this sea of nostalgia, my hand brushed against a postcard from 2016 sent all the way from Niagara. On its back were the words: "Hey Praj, I thought I'd give you my bro code after my wedding. But Batman doesn't need bro code, right? Love, Viv." In that moment, a floodgate of realisation opened within me. I had never truly spoken about him; the weight of his absence had been festering inside me for far too long. I first met Vivek in August 2008. Discovering we were both from Bangalore, he felt duty-bound as a senior to rag me. Over the next few years, our relationship evolved from senior-junior dynamics to deep friendship a...

To my dearest,  Happy birthday. I hope you have the most amazing year ahead.  I am writing to you, answering some of the questions you've been asking for a several years.The question of how much I love you and why?.. I have always evaded it. I think today is the right time for me to answer that question: why do I love you, and more importantly, why do I want to be with you? The answer as to why I love you, I probably don't know and will never know. I think there's no point in searching for the answer to that question because, at the end of the day, all that matters is I am in love with you. I don't think I could ever love someone as much as I love you, will love you, and always shall love you. Ever since the time I met you, it's been a wonderful journey. It’s as if I'm a valence electron always in a hyper-excited state around you, trying to watch you move, catch a glimpse of your smile, look into your eyes, hold you, hug you, touch you, kiss your forehead, kiss ...

Sometimes events happen in life which make you question all that you have been ever doing so far. Running around, chasing dreams, living under the belief that nothing is going to happen to me. You let your passion define you rather than it being a part of you. Probably Vivek was one such person.  A great great friend. If our orientations were different I'm pretty sure we'd be married by now. An extremely skilled and a brilliant surgeon. A great man. A loving husband, a caring father, a responsible son and what not.  From the time I've known Vivek, since 2008, I've known him to be passionate about being a surgeon. Probably one of the reasons why I quit medicine (apart from the fact that I hated it) was his passion. Cuz somewhere, maybe I felt if someone isn't as passionate as him there is no point being a doctor. Now after I started practicing law and I found how passionate I was, I realised what he meant when he said he wouldn't trade his life for anyone else...

 I was having lunch with a bunch of college friends the other day. It was great catching up with them after all these years. Some things never change, don't they?I was asked about you. They had so many questions to ask. How we met; where we met; how did I know you were the one. What do I feel like when I am around you.  While I had fairly simple answers to most of the question. The last question was quite a tricky one. Not because I didn't have an answer; but because it's not simple. It can never be simple.  What do I feel like when I am around you. I feel like Magic. Yes. I get this surreal sense of being in a dream land. It's so many feelings. All at once. I feel like a child who just won the golden ticket to the chocolate factory. Ecstatic and elated. I feel like the world is a much better place when you're around. Much like how most people feel when you're around.  I feel like time stops when you're around me; at the same time, it feels like time just fl...