Meow, Introduction, A List of Whys, etc.

Meow.

The story begins (as usual) with a song.

hey, aditi maana kabhi-kabhi sare jahan mein andhera hota hai
lekin raat ke baad hi to savera hota

Even the darkest hellhole of a night will be followed by a new dawn.

I love Rahman, but not more than how much my depression loves him. What he sets to music, we obey. I had no choice but to leap towards hope. It is both exhilarating and overwhelming to return to the world of feeling (aka that which moves in you during the state of not-numbness) after three days of being a sad roll (aka a human heap of sadness wrapped in a blanket). But when you see a light, I have heard it is wise to grow towards it- one word at a time. And I want to try.

Nowhere Home is an(other) attempt at building homes for moments, small joys, big sorrows, rage, and love. This (news)letter is my way of showing up by the door and inviting the world in, to intentionally nurture connections, to feel less alone together. A nook on the internet to harbor the most vulnerable, softest bits of us that I do not want to lose to a scattered brain. Here’s to breaking away from shame.

A List of Whys

• I want to write, and I need a structure to the practice which includes external accountability.

• The world is endlessly fascinating. I want to reach for your sleeves and point you to wonders, and squeal together, “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaai! Thatsssoooo beauuutiful!”

• All writing is a letter.

• To remind myself that that I am.

• To quote someone I love, “to be honest, we REALLY need love at the moment”.

• The best of all : Why not?

This list is more of a reminder for me than you, dear reader. Please feel free to throw it at me (gently please, this kutti is fragile) if I am silent for too long.

Now that we are convinced about going ahead, here is a leaf. Thank you, really!

Singing with excitement (while all of my unfinished projects gently weep)

Parvathy.