Friday, December 28, 2018

If It Were Your Home.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Friday, December 28, 2018 0 comments

It is eerie how the streets of Goa evoke the pleasure of loving a boy you’ve never fully had the privilege of having. You want to call it home, you want its laidback alleys with burly arms and colourful homes to not treat you like a stranger. Perhaps beseech you to come back on a night you’re leaving, because that’s what home does. You really want to call it home. And why wouldn’t you? Why would anyone not want to call it home?

You’ve always loved waking up to the gentle rustle of waves crashing against each other. Or maybe you are the kind that runs, barefoot, on the beach. Never missing a single morning. In your purple sports bra and black tights with carpe diem scribbled on it, you think you belong. I wonder if you are someone else — a man in his 60s — retired and finally seeking an escape. With your toes in the sand, you look at the sea, with an intent. Nobody really knows why someone like you is here. But what if you are the kind that walks into the beach with a handy cam and spots a few fishermen tugging hard at the boat? You flippantly throw your satchel and cam and offer to help the fishermen, and pull the boat ashore. Would you, kind sir, do this every day if it were home?

The thing is I’m a collector of seashells and a trifling spectator. I watch you from a distance, stealthily glad that this distance is what keeps me away from you and the stranger who, as we speak, is sprinting towards the sea in the name of Instagram validation.

If it were home, would I still collect seashells every morning and observe the people, smells, and colours around me? Would I still wake up to the first beat of my alarm tone?

I want to know. If it were home, would you still cry when you are up in the sky during the sunset hour? Would you stop scribbling your name on the walls? But importantly, would you still come home to it?

Tune for today:

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

This city is a riot.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Wednesday, January 17, 2018 0 comments

This city is a riot,
a riot of different
tints and tones,
it is full of monsters
and men,
of the chivalrous and the
of women with wings clipped
to their backs,
the rich and the poor,
the kind and the cruel,
the young and the old
stand tall at the sunrise and
crumble after sunset,
never are the streets sombre,
look around,
you're flanked by glares and
laughter gaping you,
cups of tea are passed around
the tables
while an outlier sips on his
saunter in wonder,
the cadence of different prayers
envelops you as
several religions coexist with
let me tell you how
biryani is one of them,
there's constant rush and
fragments of calm,
tell me what’s this city if
not a
beautiful riot?

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Monday, December 25, 2017


By Sunaina Patnaik at Monday, December 25, 2017 0 comments

My bags are filled with bills
handed over to me by
restaurants and shopping malls and
parking lots,
in one corner, I have stacked
some polaroids,
of friends I love,
and the ones I barely talk to,
there are paper napkins with my
lipstick stains and poems,
the other corners are full of unused pens
and coins,
I keep wondering how my bags contain
of the times I'd like to forget, and
the ones I'd like to collect
like the things in my bags,
but time has come close
for me to discard what I've held
so close to my heart,
they've no place in my life,
like these bills and paper napkins.

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Saturday, December 23, 2017

The enclosure.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Saturday, December 23, 2017 0 comments

I wrap my mouth
around your
gently yet hastily,
and now,
my lips are stained
with ink,
that refuse to wash
like the scars from

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Thursday, December 21, 2017

2017's Reading Journey and More.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Thursday, December 21, 2017 0 comments

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” 
― J.D. Salinger

2017 is a year of great reading. In spite of having an extremely productive year, I've read 125 books. I've done more meaningful writing at work and otherwise, traveled, and published a book. I've widened my horizon and picked less discovered books, writers I haven't read, and went back to the ones that are close to my heart.

I stumbled upon Hanif Kureishi's 'Intimacy' at a second-hand bookstore and carried it home fondly. Only to lose it, two days and fifty pages later. But those pages were enough to make me buy another copy overnight. Scaachi Koul's 'One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter' was a part of my latest sojourn. I've keenly followed Scaachi's writing on Buzzfeed and elsewhere, and find her writing humourous. In this book, she talks about racism, immigration, sexism, and more while maintaining her usual tone of hilarity. 

Although Vikram Seth is one of my favourite writers, I've hardly read his poetry, but this year, I've checked it off the list. 'All You Who Sleep Tonight is something that pulled me through rough nights. So did Sarah Kay's No Matter the Wreckage. 

As a child, ‘The Little Prince’ was a valued treasure. Even as a grown-up, I go back to it time and again. When I knew that he was returning as a young prince, I was thrilled. The Return of the Young Prince is also a thought-provoking and delightful short read that bears relevance at this time, especially to millennials. 

The thing about diverse reading is that it exposes you to great literature - the unputdownable ones, but also the colossal bores. When I was younger, I often forced myself to finish a book even if I didn't like it much, but now I realize life's too short to read something you don't enjoy. However, the introduction to the works of writers like Nassim Nicholas Taleb, Kurt Vonnegut, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Simone De Beauvoir has been enriching. I've ended my reading for the year with Tania James, a wonderful storyteller whose short-stories have me unfathomably hooked, and James Frey, whose detail about his time in the rehab filled me with wonder. And of course, there was also a great deal of Murakami and Ruskin Bond, along with a few graphic novels and comics. 

2018 is certainly going to be different and far better. I intend to read only 50 books; I know it sounds funny but I've spent more than two nights researching lesser-known books and writers to create a list which consists of some classics like Watchmen, Vanity Fair etc. Right from Noir fiction to Nordic literature, graphic novels to more poetry, there is a plenty of fantastic reading to look forward to in 2018. 

If you have any book suggestions or think I should read a particular writer, I'd love to hear! 

To take a look at what I've read in 2017, go here:

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Tuesday, December 05, 2017

How do I go back?

By Sunaina Patnaik at Tuesday, December 05, 2017 0 comments

How do I go back from the sense
of your fingers on my spine
to someone else's?
is there a going back?
will it be all too familiar if I do?

How do I go back from drowning
to floating in love?
will it be less volatile this time?
or will it still shake and shudder

How do I go back from
wanting to discarding the parts of
me that you've touched?
is this a nightmare I'll
wake up from?
or will it be a new dawn?

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Tuesday, November 28, 2017


By Sunaina Patnaik at Tuesday, November 28, 2017 0 comments

There are long silences
when the Moon sighs,
the Sun endures painful
hours to emerge,
even your racing heartbeat
slows down,
the ghosts of your past too
cannot keep up with you,
you are lost in a world with
no beginnings and no
the book you're holding
in your arms holds a
forest within itself,
you'll meet a Hemingway, a
Dicken, or an Austen on your way,
stay for a conversation with
don't go looking for Alice in a
wonderland for
she is content in her solitude,
maybe a Darcy will break your heart,
maybe you won't let him,
but don't stop there,
you'll never know who else you'll
who else will crumble you
and rebuild you,
make space for more books
and more moon sighs in
your life,
make more space for

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