She isn’t fighting for a seat at the table. I already did that. She’s fighting me for my seat. Internalised misogyny dates back all the way to Elektra.
Back in 2003, I battled the science bros by being a woman. 20 years later, my gender is fighting for STEMism with stories as much as with science, tech & maths.
‘ Carney ‘s House Party’ by Maud Hart Lovelace turned out to be surprising fun – a hundred years in the past!
I read a gifted book after the one who gifted it left my life. It helped me understand what went wrong. We were lost in translation.
Reading SUGARBREAD was like eating a whole green chilli. It made me feel like I’d been punched in the gut. Satisfaction came after tears.
I didn’t enjoy this book about the Kohinoor but it did make me reflect on colonisation in the modern times.
In India, you’re not allowed to be a woman who can’t cook. The pandemic brought me ways to navigate this and a new appreciation of food.
What does Benazir Bhutto have to do with me? We women of the subcontinent. My sisters, my friends.
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?