Kafka-esque
Now I see what Kafka meant. (Click to enlarge)
Now I see what Kafka meant. (Click to enlarge)
My first week isn’t out and the high drama has already begun! Started with a marathon meeting that went on past lunch, topped by the first cold I’ve started this monsoon (aren’t they the worst?). Monday was better, punctuated as it was by an awkward-funny round of introductions with everyone…
The Poetry Club, Airplane Poetry Movement and The Hive came together to pull off an event on #UndoingGender. They had asked for submissions and this piece was one that they picked for a feature performance. I performed it last evening with Karthik Rao on the guitar. This piece would go…
Healing is messy. So is art. So is living. With lots of love to @senseslenses and @shaunakde for helping make my life & healing, art. My journey in watercolours.
Alcohol is like a man. In its many variations, delightful or otherwise, it mirrors the vagaries of my favorite vice. Here’s how. Breezer – This is the boy you grew up with, the one who sat next to you in fourth grade and helped you with your homework. You don’t…
Last week, Jiah Khan was found hanging in her apartment. The story continues to unravel like a formulaic film, complete with villains and plot turns.
I created this piece for an UnErase Against Drugs event. I wanted to go beyond the PSA-style message and tell a story. What’s your poison?
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This one is awesome.For a change, S gets it rightaway!!!!
But then, poor Page 3 boys, please forgive them, they baby-souls!