I write, I play chess, and I build things people use. These have never felt like separate lives to me — so this is all of them, in one place.
Poetry, old films, indie songs and half-finished letters. A gen-z boy with a tumblr-era heart, writing a small newspaper for an audience of whoever wanders in. Jaun Elia at 2 a.m., Eliot read at the wrong age, Gulzar on books that miss being held.
Chess is the one thing that holds still while everything else moves. I'm interested less in openings than in what the game measures — pattern recognition, board vision, the sense of which decisions deserve your clock and which don't.
By day I work in product and growth in mobile gaming — figuring out why people stay, why they leave, and what a small change to a screen does to a hundred thousand of them. Data by morning, poetry by night. I've stopped finding that strange.
Books, films, records, and places worth the train ride. Rockstar for the nth time. Bring Me The Horizon at the right age. Prateek Kuhad and Anuv Jain through a train window at night, the city lights doing the rest of the work.
"tum jab aaogi to khoya hua paogi mujhe, mere kamre mein kitaabon ke siwa kuch bhi nahi." — jaun elia
Find me on instagram, or read the journal.