
Mihika Malhotra
Philosophy
My fondness for writing began at the age of eleven, first finding its voice in poetry—small lines trying to hold nostalgia ridden memories. Since then, writing has become both a habit and a refuge, a way of tracing personal moments until they widen into something universal. As a wise man (on Facebook) once said, “I write better than I speak, and I think better than I write,” and I have found this to be true in my own relationship with language. Much of my work grows from intimate connections and lived anecdotes: my family background, fleeting conversations, half-forgotten memories, and the ordinary details of daily life that often pass by unnoticed. I am drawn to the quiet in-between spaces—the pauses, the questions, the things we sense but struggle to formulate. Writing allows me to fill in these small gaps in my mind, to stitch thought and feeling together. Instagram: @mxhxkaa Substack: @mihikamalhotra
8 pieces by Mihika Malhotra
- A Body Surrendered.In the discussions that follow, three artists represented by SAC Art Amsterdam at NAP+ meet at the crossroads of memory, nostalgia and belonging, each finding a different route toward home.2 Nov 2026 · The Spotlight · by Mihika Malhotra · 5 min read

- Doubt is a Privilege When Faith is a Choice.To doubt is to be, but who exactly has the privilege to doubt?°07 · Philosophy · by Mihika Malhotra · 3 min read

- The Forgotten Eggs.On nostalgia, food and the loss of time.°06 · Philosophy · by Mihika Malhotra · 3 min read

- What the Painting Carried.The same painting. Two encounters, separated by thirteen years. Can inspiration, given enough distance, take shape from fear itself?°05 · Philosophy · by Mihika Malhotra · 3 min read

- You Only Live … Twice (?)There is a moment where something inside you short-circuits. A friend calls. There is a party, a trip, a concert, a once-in-a-lifetime thing happening right now. You had plans carefully curated in a spreadsheet or a colour-coded calendar accompanied by a reasonable bedtime. And then, in about 5 seconds flat, all of it dissolves. You say yes. You go. You either have the best night of your life, or you end up standing in the middle of nowhere or stumble back home at 3 am, wondering how it all came down to this. Welcome to the philosophical mess we have made of the present tense for ourselves.°04 · Philosophy · by Mihika Malhotra · 2 min read

- They Died and Left The Nonchalant Behind.Nonchalance and curiosity rarely seem to co-exist these days, especially in relationships, whether it be platonic or romantic. So which are you, truly indifferent or just wearing it as a mask to seem cool while curiosity quietly devours you from within?°03 · Philosophy · by Mihika Malhotra · 2 min read

- The Roller Skates, The Red Pen and The Crisis that Ensued.“A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.” -William Shakespeare°02 · Philosophy · by Mihika Malhotra · 4 min read

- A Fresh Coat Of GoldA prayer wheel. A painter. A pause. Ordinary things that we take for granted, dismissed as background rather than meaning. And yet, can these seemingly unremarkable moments reshape our misconception of rebirth as something dramatic or spectacular? Perhaps rebirth does not arrive in grand declarations or visible transformations, but in repetition, patience and subtle shifts of awareness. If rebirth and consequently rebranding lives here—in routine, attention and ordinary—then what might we discover if we began to look more closely at the moments we usually overlook?°01 · Philosophy · by Mihika Malhotra · 2 min read

