Navigating Family, Friendship, Marriage, Colleagues, Companions & other social connections
“I miss the good old days when portrait painting was the only form of visual reproduction. But of course, you are too young to remember that.” I read the words in a tiny glass screen in the palm of my hand. Not a muscle moved, not even an eyelash flicker….
I’m tempted to suspect that SATC 2 was secretly scripted by men and acted out by guys in reverse drag, all part of the anti-feminist movement.
My world is being attacked! Biological warfare move over, this is the attack of a different sort of infection. Several of my friends have succumbed to its threat and as I speak, more are going down the same way. Such is the devastating power of Cupiditis. What can make a…
I’ve had the privilege of being the straight voice of Gaysi for a year and a half now. I’ve listened to coming-out conversations. I’ve met openly gay people. I’ve attended the launch of a book about gays in India. I’ve faced my own conflicted confusion and resolved it. I’ve even…
The answer is simple. If you are truly sympathetic and supportive, you let it show. You can do it without saying a thing. Just for posterity, I’m going to tell you about two ‘coming-out’ conversations that I’ve been a part of. Each one is a sweet memory, a verbal token…
‘Playing Mommy’ is a short story about the darker side of childbirth. Please read mindfully. Trigger warning: Abortion.
Seventeen was a year of much learning, all of it outside the classroom. The college library was a gruesome place, with the boys being seated on the ground floor and the girls banished to the mezzanine floor overhead. Itwas like being on a rather volatile Venus that would suddenly be…
I once wrote a secret blog titled ‘Office Capers’. I thought about the people I called colleagues. Is work really something you can detach from you?
I particularly remember the details of a particular journey. It stands out in the multitude of other daily routes and frequent destinations that would checker the rest of my working life. I used to take an AC bus to work each morning where I was spared of the usual Mumbai…
These hints of yearning, of kinship, of trust and kindness, why do they hurt so much more than the words?