Matte Finish
She perfects her face. She polishes her demeanor. There is a matte finish over her entire being. – A poem on the sheen finish of our lives.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
She perfects her face. She polishes her demeanor. There is a matte finish over her entire being. – A poem on the sheen finish of our lives.
Motherhood. Have you thought about it? I have.
Lunch at the cafe, alone. At long last. My thoughts and I dine together. I’m Jill and I want lunch. The host wants me to sit in any one of the dingy corners and ignore the brighter, roomier booths in the centre. I make a wry face so he concedes…
Being a nice girl comes with much social currency. But is being nice really that strong a moral virtue? I think not. And here’s why.
An appointment on my calendar had me venturing out of the busy suburbs and into the quieter heartland of what is otherwise town. Matunga was an adventure.
Good morning, my lovely readers! I was almost tempted to say ‘ my garam-samosas’ and then I realised I was just carrying the Honey-from-HT Cafe hangover too far. 😀 I had the most brilliant day yesterday! The morning rain ruined the grand plans of the day for me….grrr, if I…
This, she thought to herself, is uncomfortable. Bloody uncomfortable. Like being pregnant and not able to deliver. Or like being married to Prince Charming and not being able to make love to him. *Groan* Those lines might have been really good but sounded trashy. Only because…because…she gave up. I have…
I saw a tag floating around and decided to write my own memoirs in 6 words: I strove for individuality, then acceptance.
Of all the things to talk about, I never thought we’d be having a pep-talk about not feeling bad about being single on Valentine’s Day. Of all the people, I never thought I would be the one giving it to him. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Nearing the end of dinner as he puts…
I was an amateur singer in college. Inadvertently, the campus festivals also became my ground for shattering glass celings with my voice.