Surviving the Seventeenth
Soon, it will be 9yrs since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for over & over.
Soon, it will be 9yrs since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for over & over.
I’m currently watching the TV series, Masters of Sex. It was the first show I began on Netflix when I first subscribed. I had to stop and move to other things that were easier. I’ve tried to come back several times and I think this time I’ll manage to finish…
On the last day of my thirties, I look back at the three mistakes that marked this decade.
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
Do you say all the things to the world that you wish somebody would say to you? Do you hope?
We glorify anger. We present and consume revenge sagas, hate politics. We keep alive an emotional minefield.
Why is a selfie taker shamed so much?
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.
Hey you in the dark. Have you looked my way lately? I exist.