Rain Chudori's Blog

When I was turning 25, i was occupied with the question how do you be 25?  And now that I’m 26, I went back to my writing table & tried to reflect on whether i finally figured it it out. Here's what i wrote for my podcast, This Is A Moment which you can listen to here.

It has been quite a while, & true to my nature, I went missing once more. I’m sitting in my balcony in the heart of the city, but it has been raining lately as we ease into winter. & on the 10th of November, I turned 26, which I sp...

A little playlist for mornings with the person who warms your heart, coffee & curtains half-drawn, pale sunlight filling the room – a slow, beautiful moment. (Mostly folk & lo-fi hip hop beats!)

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Sounds From Home is a weekly project that publishes sounds from homes all over the world – recordings of the sounds of life from your house, apartment, or wherever you are spending your self-isolation. This week we sunbathe in the garden, feed koi fish in the pond, and listen to a song on the violin that resounds throughout the house. Because someday, this will all be over, and we will remember what it means to listen & to be heard, we will remember what kept us alive. Submit here.

What do you remember most?

Well, you, I wanted to say, because that’s what comes across my mind when I pass on a book to someone, usually, well-worn, dog-eared, & full of cliff notes. writing on the margins of the books I read has been a life-long habit –– sometimes they’re significant (certain passages that move me, ideas that i want to return to, but mostly questions) & sometimes they have nothing to do with the book itself, like a reminder to do an errand or a grocery list.

We were on the ...

This Reminds Me Of You: Vol 01

A travelogue across india, a love affair on a train platform, & a song with a fading note.

What do you remember m...

And All The Rest

on working through a slow & strange week with memory & whiskey

Hello, the week has been slow & strange. Here is a poem that I w...

Hello, the week has been slow & strange. Here is a poem that I wrote while in bed with a glass of whiskey, dreaming of the future.

i want to know if you feel the way i do when, we come close & then apart as we do,
year after year after year
we have become thieves of taste & touch,
treading upon strings of time
& in this room that we too have stolen,
i find a memory of seasons underneath our blanket
yes, the blossoming trees, & all the rest
& all the rest

It’s going to be a short episode th...

Sounds From Home is a weekly project that publishes sounds from homes all over the world recordings of the sounds of life from your house, apartment, or wherever you are spending your self-isolation. This week we listen to a thunderstorms, prayers from the interior and the exterior, and the everyday machines that fill the void. Because someday, this will all be over, and we will remember what it means to listen & to be heard, we will remember what kept us alive. Submit here.

It's...

Delhi, Forever

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life. khushwant singh

Spring in Delhi is the space between lonesome and lively the blossoming kareel trees, light rain showers (did you know, you once said, we have many names for rain), 1.9 crores lives, intersecting and departing, vehicles, so many different kinds of vehicles, dust-covered dogs in dust-covered quilts, and 24 hour markets. Delhi is small cafes in small alleyways, smoking...

Sounds From Home is a weekly project that publishes sounds from homes all over the world – recordings of the sounds of life from your house, apartment, or wherever you are spending your self-isolation. This week we listen to the birds of Delhi, the undisturbed scenes of domesticity, prepare for an evening run, and dream of the foothills of our ancestors. Because someday, this will all be over, and we will remember what it means to listen & to be heard, we will remember what kept us alive. Submi...