Simply gorgeous. Unsplash has outdone itself this time.

Why I‘ve been turning to dough instead of the drawing board…

To my seven loyal followers, (Hi, Mom!) I am sorry for the wait. You may be wondering, what has this girl been up to? Posting five times in two months last year and then disappearing without a trace? What kind of writer is this? In the chaos that is 2020, while some found inspiration in all the right places, I happened to get the worst creative writing block I have ever had. So, instead of staring at a blank document for eternity, I decided to turn to my pantry. For the last year, my notebook has remained relatively blank. At…


I adore music without words. Somehow, the gradual crescendo of an entire orchestra is able to express love far better than the word itself. A starry sky only becomes more surreal to watch with twinkling high notes of a piano playing Claire de Lune in the background. Who hasn’t listened to a Harry Potter movie score at least twice?

The level of emotions that instrumental music captures might have to do with the fact that it leaves so much room for guessing. Recently, I was listening to an instrumental piece on a random playlist. Turning to my roommate, I eagerly…


Yeah, the text in the picture above is in German. Just go with it. Free, unlicensed photos of torn pages are hard to come by. Also, I do not have the pure coldheartedness required to rip apart my own books. I’m not a monster.

I am a master of broken pieces. Honestly, the way I write starts less at the beginning of the work and more around whatever mildly-satisfactory sentence I write first. Any aspiring writer knows that there will be fantastic sentences that you write in the middle of nowhere.

To name a few: the brief recollection of a memory that you absentmindedly scribbled into a half-empty (or half-full for all you annoying optimists) journal. A totally random sentence in your introduction with more personality than your entire story. A particularly energetic closing line after a little too much coffee. Unfortunately, the hard…


In all honesty, this probably isn’t a Zumba class. I mean, all of these dancers are wearing the same shoes, and they are tapping in sync–way too professional.

A slice of my life: narrative style.

This time around on the mini-series: What do you do when you really wish you could dance but refused to continue ballet out of stupidity at the age of five? You go to Zumba regularly as a clumsy and dejected twenty-year-old.

Zumba: the only class that I arrive early for specifically to obtain a spot in the back row. The line I wait in usually stretches past the vending machine–full of protein-pumped goodies of course–across the gym. Standing there, it could be easy to classify those in the line with a glance: a…


A photo that manages to make Economy Class look spacious. Disclaimer: the contents in this photo may, in reality, be smaller and more cramped than they appear–especially if you’re in the middle seat.

A slice of my life: narrative style.

For our first adventure, the goal is trying to survive the journey.

You don’t suffer from claustrophobia. This is what I mutter to myself as I shuffle through the narrow aisle of the airplane, feeling the walls closing in. My overfilled silver carry-on was certified to fit in the overhead, but clearly no research had been done to ensure that it wouldn’t hit people as I made my way to my seat. …


“A brown runaway bride with mehndi sleeves lining her arms”

The best part of reading a story is to find bits and pieces of yourself within the pages, to see a spectrum of colors by interpreting black words on white pages. That being said, growing up as an avid reader, I have had only one color in mind and that was brown; my mind couldn’t help but stray from what was on paper as I tried to find myself in my favorite stories. Brown fairies using mantras instead of spells to fight off magical monsters. A brown superhero who was given magnificent powers by the Hindu Gods. A brown runaway…

Suchaeta Hegde

Student. Writer. Navigating through the beginnings of adulthood with the help of student discounts and a lot of food. This might take a few drafts…

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