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Sanskriti Sharma

The sky transformed each night to an unlit ocean and I watched him from the rooted submarine house. It started perchance, as I walked over the little glass bridge to my abode for the nights to follow, I saw him rolling at my feet, a flat ball. …


I developed a fascination with the potency of words sometime during my adolescence. It was curious how much of an impact things one said had on others. It wasn’t about structuring labyrinthine sentences, stringing sequences of cumbersome words to leave an impression. It was the way in which thoughts, ideas…


As things do, the definitions of words change too. The whole study of etymology is based on this concept. When I was in school, work was to study. I had to direct my efforts to doing my best at school, to be sincerely dedicated to learning. It carried on over…


Starting things is difficult — the first step, the first word. The start of a relationship, once you’re past the vetting dates and conversations soaked in undertones, is innocently challenging. You go from being wholly entitled to all of you, to voluntarily sharing. You have to learn to take and…


My childhood was split between two places. My earliest memories find footing in New Delhi — the flat where I lived, the parks where I played, the early winter mornings in waiting to board my ride to school and the many celebrations of festivals, birthdays and weddings. …


Back in school, every morning assembly pushed the agenda of being disciplined into sluggish, distracted young minds. At that age, being disciplined meant to obey rules. After a management overhaul, to be disciplined was a warning preceding severe consequences in the event of any infractions. …


Rummaging through factorials of times past, reaching for a piece that you have only a non-native, murky commentary of feels much like being all of four again, trying to catch water in fistfuls only to an expected surprise of pruning palms. …


I was watching Our Planet, and in the very first episode, Sir Attenborough shares with us the nature of life for flamingos — the exotic looking pink bird that I recall dancing joyously in the Lion King while Simba proceeded to indulge himself in innocent delinquency.

A flamboyance of flamingoes in a lake
Photo by Eelco Böhtlingk on Unsplash

They hatch in temporary…

Sanskriti Sharma

Designer and other multitudes

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