How Gardening Taught Me To Think Of Death
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.
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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?
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?
What you say and how you say it, affects other people. Being sensitive to this can be empowering.
My journey through Valentine’s Days is full of bloody warfare, dangerous laughter, cold money and seething rage. What was it like today?