Letters To Delhi From A Mumbai Girl
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
Why does heartbreak decimate self esteem? Where does shame sit in this pain? Can we heal from it instead of escaping its lessons?
Our value as human beings is determined by our use. What happens to the things that make us human in this capitalist world? Mental health suffers.
The most poignant events of our lives still leave an impact that only lasts a couple of years at most. What do we make of ‘true love’ which has a kind of endlessness?
A gratitude note to someone from my past: The strongest of us may need someone to remind us that we also need beauty, love & harmony to make survival a life.
Mumbai is a boardgame of big power, big money, big everything. A new metro network just changed the balance of all things that count. What does this mean for the city?
Why does a woman have to earn a life of dignity through abuse & assault when men receive it as birthright?
If we’re going to measure morality based on what we eat, let’s examine the food on our plates first.
An unexpected reunion made me have to think about people and the wounds we inflict on each other.
I woke up two nights ago, not knowing why I was awake. No sound had disturbed me, it wasn’t time to wake up.