A deer there was, a deer, a deer: I became very into Nature with a capital N while I was in Goa, and by "into" I mean, I gazed at things and wished I knew more about them. Well, this week, running a random errand, K was like, "Um, what animal is that?" and I looked up across the crowded road and saw... a young nilgai, just chilling on the divider, eating dusty leaves, completely oblivious to the world around him (and all the cars stopping to take photos.) I called Wildlife SOS as one does, who told me that if they tried to catch the deer he'd probably hurt himself and people around him, so to leave him alone and he'd go home eventually. "He keeps doing that," the man on the other end of the phone said wearily. It was like a lovely surprise from the universe. And in lesser wildlife, I took a Butterflies of India book from my mother to take back to Goa with me when we return in December, and have been having fun identifying common species on our terrace. Today, a common tit (hehe) and the other day, a common wanderer. Common, but beautiful. (I want to live like common butterflies, I want to do what common butterflies do.)
This week in stuff I wrote: As Aunty Feminist, on consent and who gets to decide the rules. ** In my relationship column talking about how important it is for couples to discuss finances. **
App of the week: The Merriam-Webster dictionary app. Was looking for a good phone dictionary and this one had the highest reviews, but also? It has super fun word games built in, which are super fun only if you're a word geek, but chances are if you're reading this, you fall into that category. Download here for iOS, here for Android.
Reading list: Blossom's, my favourite used books store, has just opened up a second location, which is great news in these e-commerce times. (That being said, if Blossom's went online with their catalogue, I would be SO HAPPY.) ** Why I'm voting for Trump: inside the average Trump supporter's mind. ** Facebook shut down a bunch of accounts belonging to Kashmiri youth. ** On the rap scene in India and classism. ** Not quite Black Mirror, a man spends 11 hours trying to get his WiFi kettle to boil. ** My favourite essay in a while, on writers, ambition, and the writing life. ** Shweta Bachchan Nanda is all, "Please leave my kid alone" and at first you're a bit eye-roll-y, but then you're like, "You have a point, Shweta." Good insights on being a famous kid and the mum of a famous kid.