Interesting Things
“She tried to be the kind of person that interesting things happened to.”
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
“She tried to be the kind of person that interesting things happened to.”
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Please don’t ask me to read you. I’ve spent far too long looking deep into other people.
I like the word ‘abundance’. It signifies so much more than wealth or any other kind of material possession.
I’m enjoying the company of books & plants. For the first time these don’t feel like escape from the loneliness between men. It makes my past feel like vertigo.
Soon, it will be 9yrs since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for over & over.
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
I am not a Tamilian. I am not a Brahmin. You erase my identity and you insult my legacy when you call me a TamBram.
Who are you when there isn’t anyone around to recognise you? Do you know this person?
I was an angry girl of the Indian rock persuasion in a saree.