I Wear: A Bengal Summer
It’s cotton season! I love summer because it’s the perfect time for my cotton sarees.
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It’s cotton season! I love summer because it’s the perfect time for my cotton sarees.
I went on just one date in February. It felt familiar but not identical. I had had a date a lot like this one, over 12 years ago.
The saree expresses the feminine and the individualistic with strength and without aggression. It’s my tribe.
I hope the whirling never ends. Then I remember, nothing is endless.
It is the face of a woman that the world likes to call a Strong Woman. It is a tired look. A jaded look. A bored look. A dismissive look.
So he got bored and decided to create two of himself? And that turned out to be another struggle?
“She tried to be the kind of person that interesting things happened to.”
Games are just stories we feel we can script. Simulations of a life we can win. Algorithms we run, hoping for a different outcome.
In the story of Masters and Johnson (Masters Of Sex), Bill Masters does not come off looking good in any way.
What does loneliness sound like? A scream that no one seems to hear. Gasps that don’t make it past the throat. Sentences written in invisible ink. The redacted words on a page. It’s feeling unwanted, unnecessary, irrelevant even. Then you remember. You still exist. The print under the graffiti, the face…