Smiling At Sad
Can we approach being sad with a smile? How different would it look then?
A Door Called Discomfort
Some days are recuperation. Some days are comfort. And some days are sitting with discomfort because that’s the name on the door behind which we stuff pain. Maybe it’s because I am facing head-on, things that trigger me and trying to learn new responses in doing so. Maybe it’s another…
The Bureacracy Of Time Travel
In 2019, I matched with someone on a dating app. We were having a great conversation, which in itself was surprising. Trying to find anything (companionship, laughter, connection, fun, attraction) via the interwebs designed to turn human response into capitalist touchpoints – is counterintuitive. What made it extra surprising was,…
Learning From Echoes
You have to live through the echoes of the things you couldn’t hear. Trauma manifests in layered ways.
BOOK REVIEW: Shrayana Bhattacharya – Reluctantly Seeking SRK Fans
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.
The Unloving Wanting
There are treasures in hidden corners as much as there are monsters called trauma. This un-loving wanting is our map.
Pandemic Old
“How are you? How have you been? Who are you?” I don’t know how to answer these questions anymore, where once I had perfectly formulated, sure-as-steel answers. I’m still catching my breath and making sense of sounds. I’m experiencing the first summer in two years. In many ways, it is…
What’s In A Name?
IdeaSmith is not just my name. It is an identity. It has been a journey. It became a saviour. And then a ray of hope in my hardest time.
Punks & Cheese
I’m punk, you’re cheesy. And now I’m writing poems about your loving but you got there via the punks.
Lemonade
A glass of lemonade and a whole relationship dynamic in one swallow. It’s all ice shards and acid.