Twenty-Twenty Vision
I wrote this post at the start of this year, having hit 40 and mistaking midlife crisis for twenty twenty vision. What a year 2020 turned out to be.
I wrote this post at the start of this year, having hit 40 and mistaking midlife crisis for twenty twenty vision. What a year 2020 turned out to be.
In how many ways shall I experience grief? I watched THAPPAD and thought about all the people who have hit me. In plural
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them. See, life has become an unpredictable horizon strewn with landmines called memories. An accidental sighting and unfortunate coincidences. We’re so connected, we’re entrenched seamless and a chance encounter, becomes an obituary. Memory, that unreliable narrator…
I’ve moved away from a lot of festivals steeped as they are in religion, the biggest reason for violence & turmoil in my country right now. I was talking to a stranger yesterday when I realised just that this is a good time to remember abundance. But it only feels…
The first time you watch someone die is a surprise because wasn’t death supposed to be silent?
I make the decision to let go of the validation & security they offer while I’m on this quest to discover who I am.
When a wave of stories about men’s atrocities began coming out a couple of years ago, she and I found ourselves shoulder to shoulder and talking. And we also discovered a mutual love of sarees, especially when personalised to our contemporary lifestyles.
This is a recap of my menstrual cup journey. I have not one but two that suit me now.
I’ve been in situations before where I’ve felt like there is no way forward. Like being in prison. This is a good thing.
A wave of anti-CAA protests swept across the country. Terror gripped the country and still the political rhetoric continued. We have forgotten trust.