a letter I didn't sendI wrote it in October, somewhere between the first draft and sending, decided not to. You were going through the thing you were go…#letter#friendship#essay— AnonymousAug 25, 2026
a birthday in a city far from the people who know youMine was in January, which was convenient because Delhi in January has a cold that justifies staying home. My actual birthday pref…#birthday#family#essay— Ira ChaudharyAug 21, 2026
coffee at 3am and what it meansThis is a bad habit I have apparently kept since I was twenty-two: some nights, for no clear reason, I make coffee at three in the…#night#essay#personal— Ira ChaudharyAug 19, 2026
rain in June, a correctiveEveryone romanticizes the first rain. There are poems about it. Songs. People stand on balconies and photograph the clouds. The sm…#delhi#monsoon#essay— Ira ChaudharyAug 18, 2026
things that disappear without announcementThe chai stall outside the office building was there on a Wednesday and gone by Thursday. No notice. The spot is just a bit of pav…#city#change#essay— Ira ChaudharyAug 16, 2026
on the 7:45 from DwarkaMy friend Prerna lives in Dwarka Sector 10, which requires planning. You don't accidentally end up in Dwarka. You commit to Dwarka…#delhi#metro#friendship— Ira ChaudharyAug 15, 2026
tuesday, nothing specialNothing happened today. The meeting was fine. The lunch was the same daal from yesterday, which was still good. Priya sent a meme.…#personal#essay— Ira ChaudharyAug 13, 2026
on missing people who haven't leftThere's a kind of missing that has nothing to do with absence. My best friend lives in the same city. I see her every other Saturd…#friendship#memory#essay— Ira ChaudharyAug 10, 2026
moving againThe boxes are from the last move. I have moved often enough that I've kept them. The packing is the part I'm good at now, which is…#moving#essay#personal— Ira ChaudharyAug 9, 2026
the cook who gave noticeRamesh gave notice on a Tuesday with seventeen days left on the month, which he apologized for at length. The notice period, he ex…#essay#delhi#personal— Ira ChaudharyAug 5, 2026
on the day Chandni Chowk felt like mineI've lived in this city for six years. Chandni Chowk, which is technically everyone's, has never felt like mine. Too crowded, too…#delhi#chandni chowk#city— AnonymousAug 3, 2026
the man who fixed my screenHe runs a phone repair stall outside the Nehru Place metro exit. The stall is a folding table under an umbrella with a sign in mar…#delhi#essay#city— AnonymousAug 1, 2026
the interviewI had an interview at 11am in Gurgaon, which meant leaving at 9 to account for the metro and the walk and the fact that something…#work#essay#delhi— Ira ChaudharyJul 28, 2026
the bookshop that still existsKhan Market has a bookshop. Two, actually, but one of them has been there since before I was born, and it has the specific quality…#books#delhi#essay— Ira ChaudharyJul 27, 2026
how to be alone in a city that doesn't believe in privacyMy building has twelve flats on four floors. Of these, the occupants of seven are known to me well enough to exchange more than a…#loneliness#delhi#essay— Ira ChaudharyJul 24, 2026
my father's silences, a partial catalogueThe silence at the dinner table when something was wrong but no one had named it yet. This silence lasted sometimes through the fu…#father#family#essay— Ira ChaudharyJul 20, 2026
something to do with mangoesMy relationship with mangoes is complicated by memory in the way that everything good is eventually complicated by memory. Summer…#food#summer#family— Ira ChaudharyJul 20, 2026
holi, next doorThe family in C-4 starts at eight in the morning. Music I can identify from four walls away: the old songs, the kind that play at…#delhi#holi#neighbors— AnonymousJul 19, 2026
the monsoon cityThe city has a smell in August that I cannot describe to anyone who hasn't been in it. Petrichor is the word people use but that's…#delhi#monsoon#essay— Ira ChaudharyJul 18, 2026
things my grandmother said about sufferingShe didn't say much about it directly. What she said was mostly about other things that were, I've come to understand, about suffe…#grandmother#family#essay— Ira ChaudharyJul 17, 2026
on losing things slowlyNot all at once. That would be easier, maybe — one clear moment, one clear loss. But the slow kind: the friendship that gets quiet…#essay#loss#personal— AnonymousJul 16, 2026
the office birthday cake problemSomeone organizes it. There is always one person who organizes it, whose identity rotates and who is never officially appointed. T…#office#humor#essay— AnonymousJul 14, 2026
enoughI keep a list, which I don't tell people about because it sounds like a wellness thing and it isn't, exactly. It's just: things th…#essay#personal#reflection— Ira ChaudharyJul 11, 2026
things I learned from parallel parking in Sarojini Nagar1. There is no such thing as a gap that is "technically big enough." 2. The man who volunteers to direct you is not your friend. H…#delhi#driving#humor— Ira ChaudharyJul 4, 2026
the colleague who cried in the office bathroomI heard her before I saw her. I was washing my hands and there it was, from the last stall: the very specific sound of someone try…#office#essay#women— AnonymousJul 3, 2026
the last day of any leaseBy the end of the last day the flat looks like a concept rather than a place. The marks on the wall where you hung the picture, th…#delhi#moving#essay— Ira ChaudharyJul 3, 2026
three roommatesRhea moved in first. She was recommended by a friend of a friend and her main quality, according to that recommendation, was that…#essay#roommates#delhi— Ira ChaudharyJul 3, 2026
my mother calls at 7pmEvery day. 7pm is when she finishes cooking and sits down, or sometimes while she's still standing at the stove, and she calls me…#family#mother#essay— Ira ChaudharyJul 1, 2026
OctoberThe light changes before anything else does. You notice it on a Tuesday, in the middle of the afternoon, and it's different someho…#delhi#october#seasons— Ira ChaudharyJun 29, 2026
small violences of a shared kitchenThe milk left at the edge of almost-empty so whoever finishes it has to go buy more. The pan left soaking in the sink at the exact…#essay#roommates#humor— AnonymousJun 28, 2026
on always being the person who remembers birthdaysThis is a thing about me that people find charming until they realize it's a compulsion and not a virtue. I remember Neha's birthd…#memory#essay#personal— Ira ChaudharyJun 28, 2026
the 8:12 from Rajiv ChowkThere is a woman who boards at Rajiv Chowk every weekday at 8:12am and eats a paratha from a steel tiffin she carries in a cloth b…#delhi#metro#city— Ira ChaudharyJun 27, 2026
the neighbor practices harmonium at 11pmNot badly. That's the thing. If he were bad at it I'd have a complaint. He plays somewhere between 11 and midnight, muffled throug…#delhi#neighbors#music— AnonymousJun 24, 2026
notes from a power cut in July7:43pm: Power goes. The ceiling fan winds down with a dignity I find touching. The city noise, which I usually tune out, becomes t…#delhi#summer#essay— Ira ChaudharyJun 23, 2026
the street dog I named GovindaYou're not supposed to name them. Naming them is the first mistake. It's the difference between a street dog and your dog, and one…#delhi#dogs#essay— Ira ChaudharyJun 23, 2026
the autorickshaw driver who quoted Kabir at meI was complaining about traffic. I was doing it quietly, mostly to myself, but he heard. He looked at me in the rearview mirror —…#delhi#autorickshaw#poetry— Ira ChaudharyJun 22, 2026
my landlord has strong opinions about my curtainsHe came to fix the geyser — which, to his credit, he actually fixed, unlike the geyser incident of last March that resulted in thr…#delhi#landlord#apartment— Ira ChaudharyJun 20, 2026
my father visits for three daysHe comes with a bag that is always too large for three days. He brings things my mother has packed: a steel dabba of mathri (for m…#family#father#delhi— Ira ChaudharyJun 19, 2026
cutting chai and other constantsSuresh bhaiya sets up his cart at 7:45am exactly, at the corner where the service lane meets the main road outside our office buil…#delhi#chai#city— Ira ChaudharyJun 18, 2026
how I accidentally became a regular somewhereThe dhaba is on the stretch between my metro station and my flat, which means I pass it twice a day. I stopped once because it was…#delhi#food#essay— AnonymousJun 16, 2026
on the efficiency of griefThe thing about grief is it doesn't wait for a convenient time. It comes at Rajiv Chowk at 8:45am when you see someone reading the…#grief#essay#personal— AnonymousJun 15, 2026
the café on Hauz KhasIt's gone now. Has been gone for maybe two years. In its place there is a salon with a very clean window and a name in English and…#delhi#cafes#friendship— Ira ChaudharyJun 15, 2026
on being asked for the third time this yearMasi asked at the January wedding. She is seventy-two and deployed the question with surgical precision between the baraat arrivin…#essay#family#personal— Ira ChaudharyJun 13, 2026