18.07.2026
At about the stroke of midnight, I suddenly had this irresistible urge to write to A. Whatever A. was doing, perhaps sleeping, I always thought A. was free for me. Accessible and open, welcoming even. I wanted to tell A. about my idea of small accomplishments.
In my life, every day, I tried to achieve something. Small things that built up to a general sense of achievement. They did not have to be earth shattering. They were ways of self improvement. Ways of challenging and stretching myself. Ways of stimulation.
So, I wrote to A. I told of my day. It was one of the humble practices of writing. The list. And in order.
- Meditation and chi building.
- Light weights, stomach crunches and push ups.
- Language learning in Spanish, French, German, Hindi, Punjabi, and Urdu through reading short stories, newspapers and novels.
- Reading The New Scientist and great stories from British history.
- Messaging friends and writing to my pen pal.
- Juggling.
- Playing at Scrabble, a jigsaw puzzle and a quick crossword.
- Researching volunteering places in science for my nephew and sending him over a list so he can choose what he applies to over the summer holidays.
- Listening to Hindi film songs on my headphones on my train.
- Shopping for lunch and eating while I was exploring the area in London.
- Going to various art exhibitions with my girlfriend. I also read poetry today while at the art exhibitions.
- Photographing my girlfriend.
- Shopping with my girlfriend.
- Looking at a cultural destination with my girlfriend.
- Editing photographs of my girlfriend with me on my phone.
- Eating a dinner of fish and chips with my parents.
- Watching ‘The Seven Year Itch’ to watch Marilyn Monroe after going with friends to see her exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery yesterday.
- Looking at artwork and photographs on Instagram.
- Doing a quick digital art doodle and posting it on Instagram.
- Phoning my girlfriend good night.
- Writing.