You Don’t Know Me
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
Month: June 2019
Where I Lay My Hands, Is Home
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
Transactions Of Hope
Do you say all the things to the world that you wish somebody would say to you? Do you hope?
Walking The Minefield
We glorify anger. We present and consume revenge sagas, hate politics. We keep alive an emotional minefield.
Go, Selfie!
Why is a selfie taker shamed so much?
Don’t Call Me TamBram
I am not a Tamilian. I am not a Brahmin. You erase my identity and you insult my legacy when you call me a TamBram.