Tulika GurnaniWhen You Are Creatively SpentSo I seem to be incapable of writing anything these days, as a result you’re blessed with recycled pieces.Jun 16, 2021Jun 16, 2021
Tulika GurnaniA DressSix year old Neil knelt beside the coffee table. Eyes trained on his sheet of paper, tongue sticking out in concentration as he coloured…Jun 16, 2021Jun 16, 2021
Tulika GurnaniDay 2 With No ImaginationI hope the title expresses me well enough because I am not articulate enough to do it right now.Jun 14, 2021Jun 14, 2021
Tulika GurnaniHandsIf someone were to drop out of school and become an official daydreamer, would they still be able to survive? Asking for a friend.Jun 12, 2021Jun 12, 2021
Tulika GurnaniTo Be A GodIt is about five in the morning and you’re sitting at your table staring out the window at the barely illuminated tree tops. As you sit…Jun 12, 2021Jun 12, 2021
Tulika GurnaniHomeI woke up today, exhausted already. Tired before the day progressed any further; before it brought me yet another task to do, yet another…Jun 9, 2021Jun 9, 2021
Tulika GurnaniAn Arm Granola BarI just realized my looks will never allow me to be an arm candy. If anything, I’d be an arm granola bar.Jun 8, 2021Jun 8, 2021
Tulika GurnaniExhaustion And Mysterious Lit. StudentsDo you think, some 50–60 years after I’m long dead and gone, some mysterious and aesthetic literature student will find my diary and fall…Jun 7, 2021Jun 7, 2021