What Do We Owe Each Other In Shifting Normals?
We do not have a consensus on what love, commitment, sex or identity mean. Maybe we don’t need to agree. What do we owe each other then?
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We do not have a consensus on what love, commitment, sex or identity mean. Maybe we don’t need to agree. What do we owe each other then?
Finding myself at a lull between sumptuous stories, I wandered into a familiar storyline. And just like that, I found friends again.
What were the brutal experiences of the last two years but lessons in love? Who are you when all has been stripped away/
Kim’s Convenience asks, “Do they treat you well?”. I wish someone had thought to ask me that. The question has affection and no saviour complex.
It’s raining wounds.
Who are you after what you have learnt? Who is your real teacher and what is the lesson?
Unexpected echoes from a pandemic, old connections, and buried trauma collide—showing how time can trap us in moments we thought were gone.
I did not expect to find feminism in a book about Shah Rukh Khan. But reading Shrayana Bhattacharya’s book on the gender wage gap made me rethink.
There are treasures in hidden corners as much as there are monsters called trauma. This un-loving wanting is our map.
He writes of the isolation of chasing material dreams. I saw exquisite poetry laced with slivers of pain.