The flowers are tight in buds. Have I forgotten the smell of monsoon? Lately, I've been thinking a lot about where and with whom I spend my days. I have been forced to rethink the acquaintances and environments I occupy because the ways in which I show up for others, are not the ways in... Continue Reading →
I had my wisdom tooth pulled out recently, and to avoid the pain of it all, I dilly dallied on the decision for a long time. The insides of my mind knocked and racked, the imagination of pain was, perhaps, greater. And so it is, with all things. I measured the future inaccurately, but I’m... Continue Reading →
These days, when I drive by myself, and shuffle play music from my teenage years, songs that I have not heard in ages fill the airwaves. Dido, Michelle Branch, Shania Twain, Anna Nalick, Avril Lavigne, Hilary Duff all those great women serenade me. And when the songs come on, from the recesses of my own... Continue Reading →
I posted my newest essay at Small Heresies today on women-only spaces, and it got very few views. I looked at the dashboard with trepidation because I did not want to ascribe a statistical value to the point of view I expressed. I work on these essays through the month, reading books around the topic,... Continue Reading →
The buds of a mogra are small pearls,like closed fists hiding a child’s treasure.Unopened, they hold promise, the comingof a future — lovely, fragrant, ephemeral —a cloud-hued comet in the palm of God’s hands; quietly safekeeping secretsI confessed to the Earth, promises I made to myself, swinging in the wind, anticipatingthe rains, leaving my hair scented whenI... Continue Reading →
quick scribbles: 29.04.26 / ate an 11 pm dinner of one cucumber, a cube of cheese, a cup of blueberry yogurt with chia seeds / haven’t read in days; miss reading about Levin’s Russian countryside home in Anna Karenina / turns out patience is a muscle / poetry writing month ends tomorrow / did not... Continue Reading →
Last week was really tough physically, mentally, and emotionally. After the episode with my society, the municipality’s Garden Head came for inspection and the management still hasn’t reached out to me to assuage my concerns. It has been 40 degrees in the city, the heat waves continuing to beat down on us unchallenged, undeterred. You... Continue Reading →
I have come here today to tell the story of how the last week has been a haze of cold, steely anger because I am in a beef with people who have been unresponsive to any and all conversation I’ve been trying to have with them. The foremost of them all is my housing society’s... Continue Reading →
