Lullaby 🛌
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.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
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.
How I learnt to value deaths as I learnt to value life. What lies next to the pain of loss & fear of the unknown when it comes to death?
Reading SUGARBREAD was like eating a whole green chilli. It made me feel like I’d been punched in the gut. Satisfaction came after tears.
The joke goes that people from anywhere else in the city need a visa to enter Andheri. The Marol of my past was another world.
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.