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Ishaan Kapoor

Salt to the Wound

Sizzle Sizzle, Drizzle Drizzle, I fall over the food that taste so delicious Sizzle Sizzle, Drizzle Drizzle, I fall on that food of yours…

Mar 26

Salt to the Wound

Mar 26

The glory of martyrdom

The smell of my nation, reeking from my blood The stench of patriotism, spewing from my blood

Jan 31

The glory of martyrdom

Jan 31

मैंने अकेले खाना खाना सीख लिया है

मैंने अकेले खाना खाना सीख लिया है। आसानी के लिए दो घूंठ पानी, और एक TV सीरीज़ लगाना सीख लिया है।।

Feb 2, 2023

मैंने अकेले खाना खाना सीख लिया है

Feb 2, 2023

3 Breakups, Anna Karenina & a Summer in the Desert

Ending a bad relationship is like getting rid of a decaying and rotting tooth. When you have it, it hurts, it pains and it takes a…

Jul 10, 2022

3 Breakups, Anna Karenina & a Summer in the Desert

Jul 10, 2022

मेरी खुशी

तुम खुश हो ना, मैं उसमें अपनी खुशी पा लुंगा।

Mar 21, 2022

Mar 21, 2022

A Devil’s Kiss

A kiss on the cheek, a peck on the neck Faint touches and bated breaths I run my fingers across her blood-red lips Halo around my neck as…

Mar 21, 2022

A Devil’s Kiss

Mar 21, 2022

The Perils of Time Travel

It’s the month of love. February. It’s the month of Valentine’s. I particularly remember my last valentine’s. Quite fondly as well. I was…

Feb 21, 2022

The Perils of Time Travel

Feb 21, 2022

जिन्हें नाज़ है हिन्द पर वो कहाँ हैं

There are days I regret leaving my home country and then are days where I just pity myself for leaving my home country. I am told, if not…

Feb 12, 2022

जिन्हें नाज़ है हिन्द पर वो कहाँ हैं

Feb 12, 2022

A Drunk man’s Public Diary Entry

I had a sip of alcohol, opened my laptop, and poured out all my thoughts in one go. This post is a consequence of that.

Jun 23, 2021

A Drunk man’s Public Diary Entry

Jun 23, 2021

The One Mathematical Formula that Makes Love so Much More Logical

How a mathematician sees love.

Apr 17, 2021

The One Mathematical Formula that Makes Love so Much More Logical

Apr 17, 2021

Ishaan Kapoor

Ishaan Kapoor

“My reason’s as trivial as senses pervaded by a final nostalgic scent; that I inhale once more. Knowing the dreams I don’t live don’t matter.” ~Caligula’s Horse

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