Sweet Tooth
Sweet Tooth. I didn’t have one. There was no room for it in my world of efficient kitchen logistics & transactions of nutrition.
Sweet Tooth. I didn’t have one. There was no room for it in my world of efficient kitchen logistics & transactions of nutrition.
We are getting some long overdue renovations done on our home. So we’ve moved out temporarily. I moved my belongings and from my closet, fell old wounds.
A love poem in pieces of my heart and pages from my journal.
My history is a slice of Bombay culture. A Konkani song sent me down nostalgia lane.
Flowers & an endless supply of pens for you, Jaideep Khare. Written for an @alphabetsambar writing exercise on Clubhouse.
Kiran Nagarkar’s legacy is making me ponder questions of dignity.
Life feels easier when you realise they don’t understand you. Can’t, won’t try & probably never will. But that is okay because when there’s no one around to live your life for you, is when you start to breathe. And you realise you don’t need anyone to understand you. It…
A poem about when you kiss a friend.
These carefree whistlersgirls throwing hearts & bodies outto men who will let them falland men who will pick them uponly to throw them backI have been thrown away,thrown over, thrown backI don’t belong here The screaming thundersdripping rage & accusationsto fertile minds that will turn theminto gangrene & cancerThe storms…
Gehraiyaan isn’t a great Valentine’s Day release. But it does make for some rich girltalk fodder.