danika's digital diaries

  Almost every day for the past 4 years (would have been 8 if not for the gallantry of covid 19), excluding Sundays and holidays, I have gone to the same school and subsequently, the same bus route. Every day I see the paddy fields framing the vast cerulean sky, with its cotton like clouds being reflected on the field, and even though the road is pockmarked with dents, that route has a small part of my heart deep in its clutches. I know, “it’s not that deep” but it’s quite a bittersweet feeling when every day, I have gone about the same path and see new neighbourhoods slowly coming up in place of those familiar fields, I wonder how in a few more years, I might forget the remembrance of it altogether. Memory tends to fade with time and so will this part of my life. And I often dream about the life I have ahead of me, my goals, career, aspirations, the passion projects, the freedom, the…everything! It might be so that I’m heavily influenced by the romanticized versions of colle...

  Oh, how I love winters! The cool breeze in the afternoon, sun’s warmth peeking through. The textured coats and sweaters, with their woolly smell and darkened hues. But it might be not like this for everyone, you see. Everyday on my way home, I see little pups shivering, frost settled deep into their bones, and frustratingly, all I can offer is sympathy. But what about the fresh harvests of seasonal fruits and veggies? When other time will I get to indulge in such fresh fancies! The crunchy apples, guavas and carrots and peas, they wouldn’t taste the same other than in January! And I’m privileged to have a warm home, but through the terrace I see, so many little match girls also on their way to their roadside abode in january. Diwali! The festival of lights. While the glow of lights illuminate the streets, scent of burning diyas and sweets wafting through the neighbourhood boulevards and the other colonies. Floating laughter from the creaks of the doors and the iridescent ...

Influencers– in layman terms –are people who have the ability to influence a large group of people. “Do influencers have a moral obligation or responsibility toward their followers?” if I were to speak in a non-conflicting and peaceable way, then– yes, they do have a moral responsibility because they have the resources to persuade and sway the public sentiment (especially creators with a large fanbases) and thus, they need to be mindful of the effect their posted content will inevitably have on the common person– but if I were to express my true opinion, it would prove to be a bit unconventional. You see, I ardently believe that the internet and the social media platforms on this internet should be used in a true and righteous manner, but the problem which arises is that these terms such as “true’ and “righteous” are relative depending on each person. Everyone has their own definition of what is “right’ and what is “wrong’, thus, we cannot really blame the person (or in this case–i...

 i would identify myself as someone who pays a bit of extra attention to the inconsequential things in life. A lone pencil that has fallen on the ground, the reflection of the nearby buildings in a puddle (sometimes its holographic! we used call it unicorn piss), noses of people, texture of skin, earrings, the pleats of a saree ,etc.  maybe it's because i took my inspiration for my paintings from the real world instead of an aesthetically pleasing moodboard on Pinterest during my early years, but these kind of things really used to distract me until a few years ago. not in a bad way but like, in a distracting way (you get it). but now, I find this weird talent of mine gradually fading. i don't pay mind to the faded print of a bedsheet anymore like the way i used to. similarly, a shiny keychain doesn't make me excited like it used to.  and I accept that when life gets busy we don't have the time anymore to fixate on such things but it also makes me kind of sad, like I am...