Sreesha Divakaran's Blog

All My Friends Were In One Basket

On the impossibility of making new friends as an adult In my 20s, I took pride in believing that I was a loner. There was a book… Read more "All My Friends Were In One Basket"

My Father, and the Bludgeoning of My Mother’s Spirit

The last book I read in 2022 was V’s (formerly Eve Ensler) The Apology, an imagined apology letter from her father that she wrote to herself, having never… Read more "My Father, and the Bludgeoning of My Mother’s Spirit"

A Dash of Heartbreak can Ruin Your Broth

Last April, I began to write Anima’s story. Anima wakes up one morning to realize she has forgotten how to cook. She remembers everything else, the date,… Read more "A Dash of Heartbreak can Ruin Your Broth"

A Purgatory between Cynicism and Romance

Love makes the world go round, I remember Madonna crooning from our speakers at an age when I didn’t know the world went round. Or what the world… Read more "A Purgatory between Cynicism and Romance"

The Carpentry Workshop

In my first year of college, we had to learn some carpentry. That was the first time I wore a mask — as part of the uniform.… Read more "The Carpentry Workshop"

Flight

You cannot keep telling me to run away with you every time I make the slightest complaint about my life, my work, my boss. You cannot do… Read more "Flight"

Exotic

In the evenings, you sit at your desk and draw, a swirl of cigarette smoke around you. But the scene looks like you should be smoking a… Read more "Exotic"

Departure

You called early on a Friday to tell me you were moving to another city. That you got a new job. That it’s a wonderful opportunity. I… Read more "Departure"

Culture

Trading stories was my favourite part of the day. Stories from all the years we hadn’t known each other; and some from even after we met. Ordinary,… Read more "Culture"

Baggage

Lapses in judgment, poorly calculated risks, failed experimentation. Or just good old-fashioned fodder for creativity and party tales. That’s how I would describe my past. I didn’t… Read more "Baggage"