My family and I watched the movie My Name Is Khan. My family and I did not like the movie one bit. I ate popcorn and I drank coco cola. My father also drank coca cola from my glass. Whenever I buy something like this my father asks me to give him a little and calls it his "tax". We went to watch the movie because one of my friends in school told me that it is very nice. My sister's classmate also said the same thing. But it was very boring.
I wrote this in May 2026 and then left it sitting in my drafts for six weeks. Partly because it feels more personal than what I usually put online. Partly because writing honestly about uncertainty is uncomfortable when most of us are busy performing certainty. And partly because I wasn’t entirely sure I believed all of it yet. I’m still not sure. But perhaps that’s the point. So, here goes. ----- May 2026 Two years ago, I moved back to India. I hadn't planned on it. In fact, if you'd told me in 2020, when I packed my bags and left Bangalore for France, that I'd be back in four years, I'd have laughed it off as a failure of imagination. The plan had always been to stay abroad and build a career in Europe. The universe, well, had other plans. Four years abroad had been, by most measures, a good run. Two years in France at Sciences Po, a well-paid summer internship in Paris, the youngest funded researcher on a research project between Princeton, Columbi...
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