New Breath, New Life
What if the choice of good and evil is actually about choosing healing over pain?
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The Phone Call
My truth comes calling,on an international phone callSounding exactly likeevery other person who thinksthey have something important to say Except this one always doesFor sure, her words are truth,her truths truer.She thinks I need to be better,work harder, be smarter at my job I know, I know, I haven’t done…
Statute Of Limitations
A book I’m reading features a couple. The man supports the woman’s independence, teaching her vital skills that help her break gender shackles. He also cheats, a trauma that dogs the woman for years even as she finds success. Much later, they work together in a war against a brutal…
Endurance – Grasping For Breath
Are you out of breath? There will be days like this one. Not warm enough to fight. Not bright enough to shield from.
Getting Used To Standing Alone
I was used to standing alone. And you came by. And gave me a whole new dimension to togetherness and alone.
What’s Next?
I was looking up sarees online. My mother thought my choices might not look that impressive on video calls. I told her, “The pandemic will not last forever.” Three-fourths of a year into a global shutdown, I can see how it can be difficult to remember this. In addition, the…
A Voice To Shatter The Glass Ceiling
I broke a glass ceiling of my own, as a student representing my college on the campus festival circuit.
Missing Marsha
Can you miss someone who died before you ever met them? Yes, if you are a reader. I miss Marsha Mehran.
Keep Your Kudo
Are you chasing compliments, dodging insults, fighting defensively? Are you building your identity propped on someone else’s kudo? Compliments are not about your feelings or you, at all.
Men Who Feed Me
I had a bad relationship with food & men. Being female meant being food provider. Social rules turned to acid in my stomach. Eventually they’d pour out of my mouth as bilious words, undigested pressure. I asked shaadi boys if they could cook before their moms could ask me. No…