How Gardening Taught Me To Think Of Death
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.
I closed a chapter I wrote a decade ago. It is a death since I once gave it life. What lies next to the pain of loss & fear of the unknown when it comes to death?
Vulnerability is a magic spell drawing us into its space, that strips illusions, entices us into dancing naked with shame-free selves.
In India, you’re not allowed to be a woman who can’t cook. The pandemic brought me ways to navigate this and a new appreciation of food.
FLAMINGOS is the story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history.
What are the consequences of cheating? What does infidelity do to us and where do we go from there?
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
Mumbai is a boardgame of big power, big money, big everything. A new metro network just changed the balance of all things that count. What does this mean for the city?
Why does a woman have to earn a life of dignity through abuse & assault when men receive it as birthright?
We are all angry. Seething and out for blood. Where do we go from here? The pandemic has been the arsenic cherry on the difficult lessons of a decade.