The One Who Was Lost In Translation
I read a gifted book after the one who gifted it left my life. It helped me understand what went wrong. We were lost in translation.
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I read a gifted book after the one who gifted it left my life. It helped me understand what went wrong. We were lost in translation.
How I learnt to value deaths as I learnt to value life. What lies next to the pain of loss & fear of the unknown when it comes to death?
Each time I perform this, men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle.
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.
I closed a chapter I wrote a decade ago. It is a death since I once gave it life. What lies next to the pain of loss & fear of the unknown when it comes to death?
This tiny station doesn’t feature in most Mumbai narratives but Mahim is full of the rich, unspoken connections that make this city.
You’re out to dinner on Friday night. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. Till you look over to the next table.
What does Benazir Bhutto have to do with me? We women of the subcontinent. My sisters, my friends.
What are the consequences of cheating? What does infidelity do to us and where do we go from there?
We treat infidelity differently depending upon the gender of the cheater. How can we hold a uniform idea of justice across genders then?