Crossed Connections
A story of crossed connections and star-crossed affections at the turn of the millennium.
Navigating Family, Friendship, Marriage, Colleagues, Companions & other social connections
A story of crossed connections and star-crossed affections at the turn of the millennium.
I find myself deeply wounded by thoughtlessness. I have learnt to discern when people’s actions & words stem from malice (deliberate intent to harm). But unintentionally caused hurt is painful too. I’ve reacted with anger & met reactions of shrugging off responsibility. Neither reaction has respect or empathy. Blame games…
People are stories, works in progress Politics of affection and sexual congress But a face is a fullstop, brackets even I picture your face when I’m grieving The ‘I don’t care’ writ large and wide Autographing what’s breaking me inside Happy face, loveface all forgotten Fullstop points to all that…
Let’s do the dating thing. I’ll say COFFEE? You’ll say Yup.
I was 19 when I met him. He was too, just a day older, a fact that would serve as a bridge for us, looking for a way to say hello. I spotted him in a crowd outside an event where I was looking for someone else. He turned at…
A boundary is a lesson in consent. It’s rooted in a sense of self. Who you are, says what you allow.
I thought about people who hit me. In plural. I experienced enough before adulthood. Yet at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong.
I had a bad relationship with food & men. Being female meant being food provider. Social rules turned to acid in my stomach. Eventually they’d pour out of my mouth as bilious words, undigested pressure. I asked shaadi boys if they could cook before their moms could ask me. No…
For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds. It’s time to recuperate.
We glorify the dude with the dark past. The slightest chink in the brick wall facade that he calls a personality, is celebrated. But does he deserve us?