I want to talk about this sometime. Most of the last three years for me has been spent in quiet reflection; nothing new there, of course, forKismuth, except that it was really really quiet, due to hard lockdown for a summer in Ho Chi Minh City, bracketed on both sides by monthslong silent space. See Solitude (Kismuth Books / 2016)

We can talk about the Art of Not Knowing and how it relates to Evaluating Life Choices. Think this could be really interesting.

Let’s try a group call.

Members* of S P A C E, please join me?

To be continued.

*New info on membership in S P A C E is at this crowdfunding page for #spacethezine.

kismuth members

How to evaluate your life | Will evaluating your life help you clarify personal goals?


Boats and Lakes

Dear R, I got your voice mail. Thank you!

I sent you an email saying so. But no reply. (Are you getting my emails? I have sent three or four over the year to the same address, no answers.)

Now, I can send you my phone number.

I finally got one. Shall I? Email me if you see this.

Meantime, this is a picture I thought you would like.

Best to you,

narcissism, relationships

I got a phone



Cojournal is a weekly project that I sometimes make ‘live.’ I have about ten years’ worth of writing prompts, which I curate for the project based on what comes up for applicants. We talk. We talk together. We relax and connect. Sometimes it is very good. Sometimes we are quiet. Both ways are fine; it’s an ambient connectivity.

Anyone can apply. No fee to apply.


cojournal, writing

The Cojournal Project




The purpose of life is to live it. -Eleanor Roosevelt

But how do you live a life well? Maybe you are questioning your choices, in the past years, and wondering what could have happened to bring you to a place where you felt more fulfilled, today. This is human nature, to wonder, to question, to look at the other pastures, to think about FOMO, isn’t it? I know zero people who are completely content, personally.¬†There is always this or that thing, to flit over to and question. I know it’s partly due to the simple fact that the pandemic has forced us to look at what matters, what counts, what we want, what we don’t want… but me, I’ve always been asking these questions. Who am I? has been the center of many stories of Kismuth’s books.

Authentic living is when you live your values.

More to share.

Apply to be part of the next conversations. There is no fee to apply. Here is a link.


cojournal, writing

A life well lived



This quote comes up a lot. In the conversations. Now I will join one… calls.







Writing is all rewriting


I’m glad to reconnect.

kismuth members

Dear –



Bar Kismuth is opening, next month. Join the conversations over Zoom voice.

To participate, kindly register.

Here’s a link.



A Virtual Speakeasy




‘Why do you do this, Dipika? What’s in it for you?’ After publishing 186 issues of my mini-mag S P A C E, I know now. I updated the crowdfunding campaign page for it, and there I have outlined my reason.¬†This is why.



100 Conversations, writing



So many updates. Some at, for example, and also behind the scenes.

kismuth members

New projects to get us talking together


Some of us are growing. Some of us are changing.





It is easy to get lost in loss.

The feelings are there, and you don’t know what to do with them, and grief overtakes you. I’ve written about childhood grief, and I’ve written about pregnancy loss that wasn’t quite as simple as it sounds due to a genetic anomaly.

I’ve also written about the loss of community and culture, (owing to often moving, whole continental shifts at times). People change. You change. We drift; it’s natural.




‘Identity can be merely a costume’

So true, with internet taking over our mind space and people unable to distinguish what’s you according to you, and what they think of you being so it fits their ideas of you, ie, you according to them.

I was reading about this phenomenon today over here.

When someone labels you for you and then expects you to conform to their idea of you, it’s quite disrespectful. Right?