Older And Wiser
“Does it get better?” she asks. She thinks because I’m older, I’ll also be wiser. Can I give her an honest answer?
Map Of Emotion
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
Things I Wrote At Sea
I sailed the sea to the Greek islands and Turkey, promising myself I wouldn’t blog or stress or do any of my usual. Two days in, I reached for my pen.
Finding My Religion
I spotted this on the Mains and Crosses blog a while ago. I must stop to explain why I picked up this picture and decided to write a post about it. I am not religious; haven’t been for many years now. That picture is not visible on the blog anymore…
I Am Jill ‘s Last Wish
I started with a wish and turned it into a story. This is a revised version after Kavita Bhanot’s workshop on fiction writing.
Real Women Don’t Cry
A love story and a heartbreak story may go on to become the origin story of a real woman. I saw one play out before my eyes when I was in college.
Photographs
I was burrowing through my closet the other day. Buried beneath the long-forgotten scarves and shawls and tee-shirts, I found an album. Just before he left for his first trip back home to Delhi, he asked me, What shall I get you from there? And I said. Yourself. Lots of yourself….
The Vagina Dialogues – 2
My last post was a reaction to watching ‘The Vagina Monologues’. It opened up so much.
The Vagina Dialogues
Eight years after hearing about it for the first time, I finally watched The Vagina Monologues. Wish me a happy birthday since I’m being reborn. On second thoughts, don’t say a word. Just listen as we speak – my vagina and I.
In and Out
I like to make a grand entry and a quiet exit.At events, in situations and other people’s lives. There’s nothing quite like making a splash since most people believe in first impressions. On the other hand, goodbyes for me, need to be quiet,Like they almost never happened..so perhaps it will…
Tough Love
To the people we love the most, we are a little bit crueler.