BOOK: Tsering Namgyal Khortsa’s Tibet & Amitav Ghosh’s Ibis
Reading a sprawling colonial saga (Sea of Poppies) and an intimate Tibetan memoir brings me specific lenses to see the world by. A book is my map.
Reading a sprawling colonial saga (Sea of Poppies) and an intimate Tibetan memoir brings me specific lenses to see the world by. A book is my map.
Women ’s stories linger in kitchens & church pews. They carry the weight of funeral households, prayer rituals and unspoken female desire.
In Third Places I sit beside people I may never meet again, speak only when I want to, and feel more like myself than I do in rooms that know my name.
A police drama. A feminist novel. Both markers in my journey to trusting my judgement again. ‘The Rookie’ and Meena Kandasamy’s debut novel were soul mirrors.
A stranger gave me ‘The Collected Regrets of Clover’ in a rare act of generosity. The book gently looks at the messiness & mundaneity of grief.
Mad women on my mind—through cults, kitchens, crimes, and cosmic quests. These stories of rage, resistance, and reckoning ask: what makes a woman mad?
How do you reconcile the love of some books with the thought that their authors hate people like you? Gabrielle Zevin makes me ponder this.
Two stories – one written in the 70s and one in the 2020. They had me thinking about how South India looks at identity issues like gender & faith.
Hysterectomy: a polite word for erasing what makes you visible. Take the uterus, take the person. No bleeding, no birthing. Medicine makes it official.
Mumbai’s bridges, birds, and bygone doors— seeking meaning in plants, photographs, and god in everyday moments.