Lesson
Who are you after what you have learnt? Who is your real teacher and what is the lesson?
Who are you after what you have learnt? Who is your real teacher and what is the lesson?
For JD It’s coming on an year since our last conversation. A week when we were negotiating our definitions of intimacy, proximity, boundaries & identity. Sadly, I don’t even have the records of that any more. My phone crashed abruptly, last month. This is the same phone that you helped…
What makes a moment miraculous? Is it mystery?
I have been thinking about compassion. I find there’s no room for it in the stories we embrace to guide our lives. It is this that makes me feel I’m overflowing out of my body, spaces & life. What I have in me is labelled & pre-valued for tangible effects….
Written for an Alphabet Sambar prompt: RAINBOW
Can we approach being sad with a smile? How different would it look then?
Some days are recuperation. Some days are comfort. And some days are sitting with discomfort because that’s the name on the door behind which we stuff pain. Maybe it’s because I am facing head-on, things that trigger me and trying to learn new responses in doing so. Maybe it’s another…
In 2019, I matched with someone on a dating app. We were having a great conversation, which in itself was surprising. Trying to find anything (companionship, laughter, connection, fun, attraction) via the interwebs designed to turn human response into capitalist touchpoints – is counterintuitive. What made it extra surprising was,…
You have to live through the echoes of the things you couldn’t hear. Trauma manifests in layered ways.
I did not expect to find feminism in a book about Shah Rukh Khan. But reading Shrayana Bhattacharya’s book on the gender wage gap made me rethink.