My Solo Dating Life
Solo dates are my most enjoyable dates.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
Solo dates are my most enjoyable dates.
Sweet Tooth. I didn’t have one. There was no room for it in my world of efficient kitchen logistics & transactions of nutrition.
We are getting some long overdue renovations done on our home. So we’ve moved out temporarily. I moved my belongings and from my closet, fell old wounds.
My history is a slice of Bombay culture. A Konkani song sent me down nostalgia lane.
Kiran Nagarkar’s legacy is making me ponder questions of dignity.
Life feels easier when you realise they don’t understand you. Can’t, won’t try & probably never will. But that is okay because when there’s no one around to live your life for you, is when you start to breathe. And you realise you don’t need anyone to understand you. It…
These carefree whistlersgirls throwing hearts & bodies outto men who will let them falland men who will pick them uponly to throw them backI have been thrown away,thrown over, thrown backI don’t belong here The screaming thundersdripping rage & accusationsto fertile minds that will turn theminto gangrene & cancerThe storms…
I’ve always loved learning. It’s been the quest of my ego. In college, I had a professor who used to say, “When the student is ready, the teacher arrives.”
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
LOVE LANGUAGE – my journey deciphering my experiences through the words of love songs in different languages