Hyderabad Girls
Where lipstick meets biryani
I say love can be both
Hot-headed and hot-blooded
And you say you’ll be sugar
As long as I’m spice
Where lipstick meets biryani
I say love can be both
Hot-headed and hot-blooded
And you say you’ll be sugar
As long as I’m spice
I couldn’t sleep. I knew I had to. I stared in the direction of the wall in trepedition. I knew the clock’s hands were inching towards the crashing point. Perhaps they had already passed. I was too scared to switch on the light and check. If they had passed the…
Yesterday I was introduced on stage by a misogynist host. After I performed a piece about womanhood, another man began harassing me.
I’ve been in so many conversations. I’ve come back overflowing with so much. Then someone says hello and they pass.
The joke goes that people from anywhere else in the city need a visa to enter Andheri. The Marol of my past was another world.
Your secrets
It’s hard to supress that innate sense of superiority in pulling out a book and placing it in the ‘right’ stack along with others in the genre. So pop fiction to the sides, classics in the middle, bestsellers on top. Then realisation strikes that the dynamics of cataloguing work differently in a street-stall.
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@Saadia Shah: Thank you! And welcome to The Idea-smithy!