The saree expresses the feminine and the individualistic with strength and without aggression. It’s my tribe.
Real talk is dirty. It’s not that I have forgotten stage fright.
I got a painfully bad haircut. What could I do? Would throwing a tantrum change it? Instead, I learnt.
I hope the whirling never ends. Then I remember, nothing is endless.
The bonds between women are downplayed, disrupted and even villified.
I’ve never thought of myself as a dog person. I was chased by a dog in my youth and another one later. I’ve held my breath trying to quell panic through dog-owners insisting that their pets are harmless babies, that I shouldn’t worry and that anybody who hates dogs is…
I did this on Instagram. I was touched by the sensitivity of the questions asked. It helped me shift the heaviness of my heart.
It is the face of a woman that the world likes to call a Strong Woman. It is a tired look. A jaded look. A bored look. A dismissive look.