[Updated: 21 Aug 2020] It has finally occurred to me to post links to my work published elsewhere on the Web. I hope to keep this as a live blog post, updating it as and when the time arrives. Hopefully, there will be more. 🙃 Kaleidoscopic: Four Poems (Vayavya) Four poems in the Monsoon Edition... Continue Reading →
Our sunscreen is melting The house we stand in front of is made of broken white,collected silence, unloved days, and empty water ductsthat have been dry for so long we find bird nests strewn in them. We are afraid to sweep away the beds of brown leaves,nests et al, because we know we won’t be... Continue Reading →
I have stopped looking for women in the annals of time who might have been like me. A strange shadow has been cast over me that shies away from the magic of the revolving universe. Uncounted heaps of bangles have been tidied away, tied with a thread, and stored inside tin boxes never to be... Continue Reading →
Two days ago, I was walking to the parking lot after having an intense conversation with an old friend about something that was weighing on her and I started laughing to myself. It has been a week of intense conversations with friends about trauma, ageing, anxiety, quality of life and work, loss of money, loves... Continue Reading →
Wearing a mascara is all fun and games until you have to remove it. Leaving the black caked liquid on my eyelashes is not an option but every time I need to do a cleansing routine, it is as if the day’s worries have descended upon them. In the many weeks that have passed since... Continue Reading →
I wonder if our grief needs space to be fully experienced; on a long distance bus, in a large park, on the terrace, in a maidan. In small spaces maybe it gets constricted by other people, furniture, ideas, and all the hullabaloo of everyday chores. In small or occupied spaces, does grief find itself waiting... Continue Reading →
I miss watching Big Shot on Disney Plus. Every episode used to feel like a warm hug. For the uninitiated, Big Shot is about an excellent but temperamental basketball coach who is demoted to coach high school girls in San Diego after he throws a chair at a high-stakes, televised basketball game. He arrives at... Continue Reading →
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. Jiddu Krishnamurti These days I have been going out into the physical world and not complementing it with an online counterpart. I don’t read much content online, don’t see thought posts about mental health, food wars or exhaustive travel hacks,... Continue Reading →
After a point of time, even I get bored of hearing myself tell the same stories but to different set of people. As if explaining my life to different people is a desperate measure to be understood. They’re the same stories — about a food not eaten, an anecdote from my past, the literature festival... Continue Reading →
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