Friday Night Nostalgia
You’re out to dinner on Friday night. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. Till you look over to the next table.
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You’re out to dinner on Friday night. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. Till you look over to the next table.
We treat infidelity differently depending upon the gender of the cheater. How can we hold a uniform idea of justice across genders then?
Versova is one of the oldest fishing villages in Mumbai. It is also home to Bollywood hopefuls. And there is a beach, less glamorous than Marine Drive, less known than Juhu.
This was one of the few classic poem style pieces that I actually wrote for stage. I wanted to explore the juxtaposition between the tangible and the emotional. And where better to do that than on stage, with my own body trying to emote things my mind created?
The most poignant events of our lives still leave an impact that only lasts a couple of years at most. What do we make of ‘true love’ which has a kind of endlessness?
If we’re going to measure morality based on what we eat, let’s examine the food on our plates first.
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.
There is an interesting thing about memory foam. It yields to your touch & pressure. Not fast, not reacting. More like an indulgence, a consideration. Later it pauses with the impression you’ve left on it, as if ruminating. Just as meditatively it returns to its original self.
A lovely return to my late 20s where books absorbed me with a rigour I did not experience in my social or professional life. It was like coming home.
‘From Scratch’ on Netflix made me realise the world doesn’t know how & why death shows up. How can we answer why people turn out as they do?