Juhi Sarvaiya
Mumbai, you are the only city that smells like home and exhaustion all at once. You give me evenings where the sea breeze untangles my hair. You give me orange skies to stare at with an open mouth. You hand me vada pavs and artistic schezwan rolls at street corners. You surprise me with much-needed […]
Read More it’s complicatedAll through life, I have found myself returning over and over to one show: Jane the Virgin. I just finished yet another rewatch (it feels like the hundredth time), and somehow, I’m even more in love with it than before. I’m not sure when it became a favorite. But there it always was, waiting for […]
Read More a love letter to my favorite showEvery morning began the same way for us, like the world itself couldn’t start turning until she stirred. She always woke up well before the sun would rise. The house was quiet but alive with the soft sounds of her routine—the rustle of blankets, the creak of her bedroom door, and finally, the steady shuffle […]
Read More Voiceless – a short storyThis post, and probably this entire blog, is an ode to the towering, glinting buildings and cityscapes in which I have found solace. There is something about being a city girl (or perhaps it’s the artist in me), that’s always drawn to the view from a window — whether it’s the buildings, the streets, the […]
Read More Sonder: The Connection Between City Lights and Stories
The Unscripted 