The Thrill of the Unknown

A little autumnal cleaning spree led to the discovery of a browning, old book, and a ziploc bag full of jigsaw puzzle pieces.

The art of the vadam

As the vadam curves and winds, life unfurls into a single point of reference.

A musical revelation – Vazhi Maraittirukkudhe

A ridiculously favorite Carnatic song of mine has deep symbolism for my ideals.

Regret is a… it’s just terrible.

Regret.

Feels like an bottomless pit.

Brahmin Girl + Brahmin Boy = Brahmin Babies

**I don't truly believe most of what this post reflects anymore. But I will leave it up here as a reminder of my journey to where I am today.**  This is a blog about castes. If you’re sensitive to caste discussions, I suggest you leave this page. Also, this is a statement of an opinion. …