Healing Into Thirty-Seven
This is sort of a birthday taking stock that’s late. But it has been the kind of year that merits that.
This is sort of a birthday taking stock that’s late. But it has been the kind of year that merits that.
The Poetry Club tied up with the French Consulate to host a poetry workshop and Open Mic at the Theosophy Hall. They also did this last year after the COP21 conference where they asked attendant poets to write about environmental change. The piece that I wrote for that event was…
I started the week after my birthday by going back to Tuning Fork for their Monday Open Mic and I’m so glad I did! It was a fabulous evening of unexpected, varied performances ranging from music, comedy to the kind of poetry that makes one remember what art truly is. I…
If health was a linear equation, our demigods wouldn’t be doctors prescribing but engineers computating. Fitness freaks need a reality check.
Alphabet Sambar Sunday is a chance to bring out the citrus.
“You guys seem so close! Are you really just friends?”
Just friends. What does that even mean?
This great myth of the tortured artist, the starving writer, the moody creator needs to be debunked once and for all.
Includes a video
What I look like when I’m chilling
I’m always looking for new spaces to perform in. New venues, new people, new poetry. I brought my story of Mumbai’s textile mills to Ghatkopar station.