I Will Listen
I’ve been in so many conversations. I’ve come back overflowing with so much. Then someone says hello and they pass.
I’ve been in so many conversations. I’ve come back overflowing with so much. Then someone says hello and they pass.
I went back to my alma mater, this time as faculty. It brought me even more lessons. Back to school is always learning.
Closures have never been easy for me. 2022 feels like a long checklist. I have to go somewhere next but where and why?
I found lessons of love in trees, support through loss in a common lizard.
From COVID grip to recovery, my journey unveils lessons in patience and gratitude. Navigating health challenges and finding kindness in unexpected places.
We do not have a consensus on what love, commitment, sex or identity mean. Maybe we don’t need to agree. What do we owe each other then?
Finding myself at a lull between sumptuous stories, I wandered into a familiar storyline. And just like that, I found friends again.
A political poem about India’s many gods
What were the brutal experiences of the last two years but lessons in love? Who are you when all has been stripped away/
I’ve heard of asexuality, aromanticism and polyamory. Then a friend sent me this video talking about AMATONORMATIVITY. Well-meaning friends have gently (or bluntly) told me that my experiences of abuse turned me against men/marriage. There may be some truth to that. The very thought of weddings – invitations, over-the-top engagement…