Storytellers On The Streets – Musicians & Me
Gully Boy was rife with triggers. Musicians have hurt me. But we’re storytellers together.
Gully Boy was rife with triggers. Musicians have hurt me. But we’re storytellers together.
I spotted this tree at the junction of a rapidly disappearing Mumbai and the greedy new city emerging in its place.
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.
I do not fight territory battles over people because people are not property. The Jealousy Game, I won’t play. How do I deal with others who want to drag me in?
Do you remember that place? A time when every emotion was a Picasso painting. A place where every feeling was in HDR.
Dating app virgins who open with “This is my first time here”. The Indian man is already an unappetizing offering on a dating app. But a dating app virgin?
How scared we are on confusion, to even admit to being confused!
The wokebro is just a guy using the feminism fad for personal gain. I call bullshit.
We only remember the two extremes of love and war. But conflict and alliance are inseparable.The rules of engagement are very clear.