The Three Mistakes Of My Thirties
On the last day of my thirties, I look back at the three mistakes that marked this decade.
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You Don’t Know Me
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
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Where I Lay My Hands, Is Home
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
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Transactions Of Hope
Do you say all the things to the world that you wish somebody would say to you? Do you hope?
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Walking The Minefield
We glorify anger. We present and consume revenge sagas, hate politics. We keep alive an emotional minefield.
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Go, Selfie!
Why is a selfie taker shamed so much?
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Don’t Call Me TamBram
I am not a Tamilian. I am not a Brahmin. You erase my identity and you insult my legacy when you call me a TamBram.
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Hey You In The Dark
Hey you in the dark. Have you looked my way lately? I exist.
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The High Road
Walk the high road because that is the path that YOU deserve to walk on.
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Post-Swim Dating Is A Thing
I went for a swim and then I went on a date.
