Book reviews & analyses
Giving sex an easy place in my mind, required moving around the furniture inside my head – old traumas, inherited shame, cultural taboos. This book taught me flying.
My post-COVID reflections in autorickshaws confront privilege, embrace Mumbai’s diversity, discover shared poetry transcend languages.
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.
There are treasures in hidden corners as much as there are monsters called trauma. This un-loving wanting is our map.
He writes of the isolation of chasing material dreams. I saw exquisite poetry laced with slivers of pain.
A love poem in pieces of my heart and pages from my journal.
Kiran Nagarkar’s legacy is making me ponder questions of dignity.
Most bookshops don’t have an entire aisle on poetry. Poetry has never really found a home in my book shelf or life.
Because of the Bollywood associations, I was worried that ‘The Guide’ would disappoint me when other RK Narayan works had delighted.
I never imagined my life as an epic. And The Lord of The Rings wasn’t even one of my favorite books. Yet, it’s odd the way things turn out, what you’re intended for and what is intended for you. At the age of 30, I pivoted my life from behind…