Thank You For The Ghosts
I met people I had ghosted. I was contacted by those who ghosted me. Maybe all ghosts bear gifts.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
I met people I had ghosted. I was contacted by those who ghosted me. Maybe all ghosts bear gifts.
A poem about being knotted in love –
“You had me tied up in knots
turning over your every word
twisting each smile,
into shapes of affection”
The nicest thing to happen was that I felt like myself in my own skin. The nature of the current is home.
Lipstick Under My Burkha is not feminism; it’s a revenge saga against men writ large on the silver screen.
I always thought India hates its daughters. But now I believe it hates its sons even more. One of the biggest advantages that I have is that I was given a realistic view of the world’s indifference and even hostility to my existence. Yes, this is an advantage because growing…
I want to write something simply because the topmost post on this blog for too long now, has been a painful memory that victimised me. I am not actually dwelling in the past. The present has had me too caught up to even think about the future, let alone the…
I read ‘When I Hit You’ by Meena Kandasamy and it brought me back to an episode in my relationship with music.
‘Harriet the Spy’ is about a 11 year old girl who is gagged by family & system and forced into therapy. Reading helped me crystallise my own identity crisis.
We all face situations that are alarming & scary. We seek escape. This must mean we are all creating potential addictions for ourselves, every day.
I’m on a self imposed Flinch reaction ban.