When A Writer Chooses Boundaries
I don’t want to be good at letting people hurt me. I’m pondering the word ‘boundaries’.
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Flying Solo
I choose to believe in flight, to want it and to reach for it. I choose to fly. I choose to fly solo.
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I Wear: My Tribe Identity
The saree expresses the feminine and the individualistic with strength and without aggression. It’s my tribe.
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Dirty Talk
Real talk is dirty. It’s not that I have forgotten stage fright.
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5 Lessons From A Bad Haircut
I got a painfully bad haircut. What could I do? Would throwing a tantrum change it? Instead, I learnt.
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Books | Poetry | Pop Culture
Whirling Dervish
I hope the whirling never ends. Then I remember, nothing is endless.
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Women Walking
The bonds between women are downplayed, disrupted and even villified.
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What Dogs Teach Me About Boundaries
I’ve never thought of myself as a dog person. I was chased by a dog in my youth and another one later. I’ve held my breath trying to quell panic through dog-owners insisting that their pets are harmless babies, that I shouldn’t worry and that anybody who hates dogs is…
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My Top 3 Everything
I did this on Instagram. I was touched by the sensitivity of the questions asked. It helped me shift the heaviness of my heart.
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Strong Woman
It is the face of a woman that the world likes to call a Strong Woman. It is a tired look. A jaded look. A bored look. A dismissive look.
