I Want To Stop Counting But I Don’t Know How
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
I’m a vain peacock in the most obvious way possible.
I love my hair.
The weekend draws nearer & my dread mounts. It looms the way Beast must have loomed to Beauty before she met his gentle side. There’s no workshopping ennui.
Out On Singles Town Something interesting that happened to me in 2014 was meeting two different guys and deciding NOT to pursue relationships with them. I remember an Ally McBeal episode (does anybody even remember that show?) where she says, “I don’t actually date, not for the fun of it….
2014 saw my worst ever case of writer’s block. Worst I say, not just because of how much I struggled to write but because how much I felt myself tearing away from writing. Writing and especially fiction, has been my release, my motivation and my source of survival for the…
When I was small, lipstick was fascinating. It was a delicious tube that needed to be rotated and a magical colour would rise out of it. It would touch lips that made as if to bite it off (it looked so delicious!) but never did. And discreetly, its power unleashed,…
Good girls go to heaven.Andheri girls go to auditions. #AndheriGirl
A cartoon about watching a movie in Andheri
The Tyler Durden in me is peeking.
Celebrations. I’ve decided I’m going to have them as often and as self indulgently as I can. I’m thirty-five, not dead!