Arjun Vijay Prakash

some things don’t return. they just reappear. Woman with a Parasol — Claude Monet suddenly, you are visible again. your face. too familiar. too beautiful. too infectious. i tell myself there must be a reason. there must be. i imagine one. i imagine many. i imagine you thinking of me. for a second. at least. i don’t know what drives me anymore. maybe habit. maybe love. maybe the memory of how it felt to be near you. 965 days. and it still feels fresh. like i confessed the day before yesterday. like nothin...

what 2025 actually looked like for me. The Water-Lily Pond (1899) — Claude Monet this year taught me a lot. and yeah, it definitely was my year. not because everything worked. and definitely not because i won all the time. but because i kept showing up even when things were unclear, unfinished, or uncomfortable. this was not a “victory lap.” it was a mere checkpoint in my life. before the wins i started 2025 restless. i wanted momentum. proof. something concrete to point at. i thought output would fix th...

it started with a wave. it ended with one too. Claude Monet — Cliff Walk at Pourville this comes after the day we lost, and i still won. we were all called inside. the participants. she was already there. i was still at the door when she turned around and saw me. she waved. i waved back. and that was enough to make my day lighter. she wanted to talk. about the morning. about my messy hair when i went on stage. about the cap the teachers didn’t like. she remembered it. that surprised me. and we laughed li...