A Voice To Shatter The Glass Ceiling
I broke a glass ceiling of my own, as a student representing my college on the campus festival circuit.
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The Dating Thing
Let’s do the dating thing. I’ll say COFFEE? You’ll say Yup.
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Tinsel Life
I feel like a character in someone else’s coming of age story. The kind about a young man discovering life, love and that, contrary to what his mama said, the universe does not revolve around him. I’m Sunday morning breakfast in a social calendar filled with boozy Saturday nights &…
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Always Familiar: First Boyfriend
I was 19 when I met him. He was too, just a day older, a fact that would serve as a bridge for us, looking for a way to say hello. I spotted him in a crowd outside an event where I was looking for someone else. He turned at…
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This Body Is Home
This boxy is a box. It is not me. When you trap my identity in labels of gender, regional feature, skin colour, this body makes me feel like a prisoner.
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Missing Marsha
Can you miss someone who died before you ever met them? Yes, if you are a reader. I miss Marsha Mehran.
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Conversations With My Mirror
I got a haircut, my first since the pandemic began. And these are the conversations I have with my mirror.
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The Space I Occupy
This picture was shot in January 2020. I had no idea that the what the years ahead would bring.
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How To Draw A Straight Line (Or Boundary)
A boundary is a lesson in consent. It’s rooted in a sense of self. Who you are, says what you allow.
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Red On The Floor
I thought about people who hit me. In plural. I experienced enough before adulthood. Yet at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong.
