How do you cope with the pain of being overlooked, of being forgotten, of being seen but not as who you are, of being misunderstood, of being forced into mental cages, of being nothing more but a screen on which other people’s projections land? You don’t. You let that part…
Why are traits like gentleness, delicacy and modesty considered feminine?
There will be the dark days. The days when the parts of yourself you can’t edit, must rise to the surface. There will be days when even you, creature of light, must find home in the shadows. On these days, old wounds will surface. They will scream to be seen,…
Should gender matter in friendship? That’s a question I’ve been asking myself my whole life. After all, gender is a social set of rules (a construct as some call it). Some people follow the rules more vehemently than others. Rules exist to contain & direct human behaviour and almost always…
I think we yearn for our blank slate states, for our most pristine, untouched selves. It’s why we romanticise childhood even though it’s most likely had its share of hardships & knocks. Tattoos are a curious borderline point between our most fearful, vulnerable selves that want to look back &…
The way I relate to men comes from some toxic experiences I’ve had with men I cared about. It has been hard to see past those traumas & rise above the gaslighting of being a ‘man-hater’ just for having a strong sense of my own identity. There is some notion…
When shame defines you, it takes root in the fertile ground that is you, to propagate more of itself. Thus, the ashamed becomes the shamer.
On body policing & the censorship of our personal stories because of it.
I love colour. Bright, vibrant hues lift my mood. What’s on the outside is connected to what’s on the inside and I like them in harmony. I’m a summer child. A Mumbaiker lives with a permanant layer of humidity on the skin. And that’s as good as my city hugging…