Death, Decay and Depression.

University of Hyderabad was a beautiful place. I stayed in the North Campus which was greener than the South. My hostel had a large terrace that was open for everyone. People used to go there to gaze stars, dry clothes, or sometimes, to smoke a cigarette. Some said that the terrace was haunted. Some said…

And then I shine.

Some mornings I wake up with a deep existential dread. It feels like my hold on life is slipping. There are no right words to describe this melancholic state of mind. I feel a great heaviness pushing me down, like I am sinking into nothingness. I feel crushed and insignificant. I cannot bear the unbearable…

Memory is not just for the mind.

Swathi Muthu "Until humankind finds a way to a super-human, immortal existence, I am stuck with this body, and I might even die with it" I’ve been a Hypochondriac from a very young age. The slightest change in the surface of my body (inside and out), used to set off an alarm of panic and…