Big City Girl: Marol Memoirs
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.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
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.
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?