19 October
Dear Divyansh ,
Thank you for writing to me. I've written long, life-update emails to a few friends of mine in the last year, and just yesterday, I was feeling sad about how no one has made time to write back. Or even if they did, then to keep that thread alive. That's when I found this platform, shared it with you, and wondered why I hadn't written to YOU in the first place. I know the entire point of emails is to avoid expecting instant responses, and maybe I am being impatient with the friends I wrote to, but it will take time to build that patience. I hope they write back one day - but for now I am happy to be writing to you here and now.I did another therapy session last week after two months. I have been doing therapy once a month for a couple of months now, and I think it has been a useful space to check up on myself. I am going to increase it to twice a month in the next two months, as I think I am seeking this routine check-in a little more during the sabbatical. I am happy to meet the cap you have become: thoughtful, grounded and kind. Always amazed at your ability to find your people wherever you go, so I'm certain we would've had a meaningful conversation - if not friendship - had our crossed paths in your fictional world. When I met Sanath recently, I told him I don't know what to talk about to people anymore. Even people like him, who I have known for a long time. He felt the same. We laughed about it. Perhaps when you reach a certain depth in a relationship, small talk about career, and other little things don't matter. I can meet the guy five years from now and the warmth of that dynamic would still exist. We spent our time talking about ideas, mostly, and thankfully. I read a lot on the internet, Cap. Newsletters, essays, and other lovely stuff. Rarely do I find people to discuss these ideas with. Recently, this [url=https://catapult.co/stories/richa-kaul-padte-digital-productivity-instagram-chronic-illness-social-media]essay[/url] hit home. I have struggled with social media for a while now. You know this. Richa writes, "Even when I am not posting a picture, when I have ideologically committed to not posting it, I am still producing it in my mind’s eye. This compulsive documentation of my surroundings isn’t for personal use; instead, it is vertically shot and artfully arranged for a grid I can’t seem to escape. It’s what the environmentalist Vandana Shiva terms elsewhere a “colonization of the mind,” which feels, in the digital era, inextricably linked with the logic of productivity.I feel like I have to post a picture. I need to share my life. I have to do something to feel worthwhile, even when what I’m doing is supposedly nothing at all."I want to subvert my overwhelming desire to perform and produce online. I still feel this inherent feeling of posting the only most perfect photos on my Insta feed. What felt liberating with zinedabaad was that in a zine, I could have it all: the bad photos, the water-colour painting that got smudged, the words that are too personal perhaps, [i]professionally[/i]. And it would be to produce art but not perform a perfect self; in a community that doesn't make zines 'good' or 'bad'. I'm trying to not feel too critical of my own writing, so I will send this letter to you without editing it more. Thanks for being my friend Cap. Love,Riya
Riya Behl
Riya Behl