The Bureacracy Of Time Travel
Unexpected echoes from a pandemic, old connections, and buried trauma collide—showing how time can trap us in moments we thought were gone.
Navigating Family, Friendship, Marriage, Colleagues, Companions & other social connections
Unexpected echoes from a pandemic, old connections, and buried trauma collide—showing how time can trap us in moments we thought were gone.
You have to live through the echoes of the things you couldn’t hear. Trauma manifests in layered ways.
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.
I’m punk, you’re cheesy. And now I’m writing poems about your loving but you got there via the punks.
A glass of lemonade and a whole relationship dynamic in one swallow. It’s all ice shards and acid.
Solo dates are my most enjoyable dates.
A poem about when you kiss a friend.
Gehraiyaan isn’t a great Valentine’s Day release. But it does make for some rich girltalk fodder.
You tell me this is what it means to loveYou say that is love, this is lovingYou point me to poetryas a dictionary for the love languageAnd therapy terminologyto dissect this feeling These my friend,are conversations about love,Not love itself(And note, that I call you ‘friend’,not ‘my love’)Because I’ve read…