Dream A Little Happy Dream
When the world doesn’t make sense, a dream shows me the truth. I had one last night that brought me resolution from the pain of many decades.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
When the world doesn’t make sense, a dream shows me the truth. I had one last night that brought me resolution from the pain of many decades.
Back in 2003, I battled the science bros by being a woman. 20 years later, my gender is fighting for STEMism with stories as much as with science, tech & maths.
My grandfather was a fireman. He fought fire. He saved lives & probably saw hundreds of deaths in his lifetime. He was also a religious man who worshipped Agni.
I made an impromptu visit to my first-love city, Bangalore. How does it feel to date a former lover after two decades? Nostalgia, fear & thrills all in one.
A lullaby is sung to us as children. But well into adulthood, sleep remains elusive. This is my loving goodbye to the cares of the day.
#Barbenheimer shows corporations highjacking our very identities. Do you really identify as either Barbie or Oppenheimer?
I’m turning 44. I survived trauma, 3 recessions, a pandemic. There are miracles, there is anarchy and amidst all that, there is sense.
Salwar kameez, the ubiquitous subcontinental garment has a varied history in my own personal life.
Mumbai says welcome in many languages. There’s one place where you can taste them all. Vileparle says welcome home.
I come from musical history. I trained in vocals & an instrument. I’ve won prizes, performed concerts. But music is not my identity.