Pujo
I once painted this for him. It was a tribute to his native culture that celebrates Durga with Pujo.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
I once painted this for him. It was a tribute to his native culture that celebrates Durga with Pujo.
10 September 2004 When I was a child I’d stand at the window that the adults looked out of with so much ease. Sometimes an indulgent adult would pick me up to look out and then with an “ooof” put me back since I was ‘too old’ to be carried….
An Ex has an uncanny way of showing up when you’re least prepared. Often with a new human appendage designed to hit you worse. It’s Diabolus Ex Machina.
We’d rather be immortalized as heroes or villains in history than survive the daily mundane. Love makes us fools.
When someone opens a window inside you and holds up candlelight.
We live in cold storage during the week, shutting away emotions, fears, aches and fevers till such a time that we can experience them ‘on our own time’.
These things never go away.If there has ever been history, it will show even if you are in the same room. Yes, very dramatic. And perhaps romantic. Heartening, even to some. But reality seems to indicate otherwise. Attraction, like everything else, is impermanent. Or perhaps I’m only thinking of fancy…
Friday evening and I was leaving work. Later than expected, about 3 hours later than I’d have wished. I got into the cab and paused for those brief seconds that are those rare occurances in a Mumbaiker’s day when he or she thinks of absolutely nothing. Then snapping back into…
Mum shook me awake at 4 a.m. Grandmother had fallen down in the bathroom and wasn’t able to get up. Mum couldn’t pick her up either. We got her up and put her back to bed. And then I patted her arm and soothed her brow. Full circle from the…
Speaking in codes about the twisted tangles within us is fun.