The Vagina Dialogues
Eight years after hearing about it for the first time, I finally watched The Vagina Monologues. Wish me a happy birthday since I’m being reborn. On second thoughts, don’t say a word. Just listen as we speak – my vagina and I.
Eight years after hearing about it for the first time, I finally watched The Vagina Monologues. Wish me a happy birthday since I’m being reborn. On second thoughts, don’t say a word. Just listen as we speak – my vagina and I.
I know someone whose mission statement has to be “Mujhse panga mat lena!” She fights off robbers single-handed, she champions the causes of Clean Mumbai, Feminism, Equal rights, Rakhi Sawant and Salman Khan. We love her anyway but for her kickass attitude, she gets the I Style! vote. And if you…
Good morning, my lovely readers! I was almost tempted to say ‘ my garam-samosas’ and then I realised I was just carrying the Honey-from-HT Cafe hangover too far. 😀 I had the most brilliant day yesterday! The morning rain ruined the grand plans of the day for me….grrr, if I…
I like to make a grand entry and a quiet exit.At events, in situations and other people’s lives. There’s nothing quite like making a splash since most people believe in first impressions. On the other hand, goodbyes for me, need to be quiet,Like they almost never happened..so perhaps it will…
You’re beautiful. For reasons I can’t explainI find my gaze pulled in the direction of youQuite incomprehensibly,I can’t think of a single intelligent thing to sayWhen you turn and smile at meAnd wait for me to behave like a normal human and respondBut I can’t. I’m lost in the wonder…
This, she thought to herself, is uncomfortable. Bloody uncomfortable. Like being pregnant and not able to deliver. Or like being married to Prince Charming and not being able to make love to him. *Groan* Those lines might have been really good but sounded trashy. Only because…because…she gave up. I have…
To the people we love the most, we are a little bit crueler.
I am part of that mob called the Old Girls’ Club. And when it out-numbers the rest, it’s all about loyalty to the tribe.
On the first week of June, Mumbai welcomed the monsoon of 2008. I watched it arrive, alone…which is probably the best way, with the rain. The skies heralded the season of water.And then I watched the drops paint the sidewalk a shiny, sheeny gloss of life.The traffic revved, feet sped…
A weekend party where I was a minority woman among men had me thinking about I navigate my gender based on attraction politics.