More than ‘Puff

Dear Zonk,

I’m working on a Bleak post after ages now. Not because I ought to, but because I want to. Because, after months of nothing, I’m finally itching to. I’d forgotten how it feels: the impatient bubbling up of things that want to get out and be made.

This one is weird. I’m not sure where it will go. What started with simply not wanting to be Hufflepuff has turned into some sort of epiphany.

I hope this one gets done.

Love always,


Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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