I realised during the Alphabet Sambar meet yesterday that I wrote this story but never put it up. So here it is for your childhood-scented reading pleasure. Don’t forget to play! ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ The Apple Lion It started with a spelling test. Ma’am had threatened the class with one later in…
I’ve never really taken a break from social media. But it looks like it’s time for me to turn all the screen lights off.
Earlier this month, I tweeted the following: “More and more it becomes obvious that testosterone and machismo are the biggest problems this world faces. Can we just ban men?” The reactions I received proved my point and make me firmly NOT apologetic for it. Personal attacks. Rape threats. Attack threats….
The inside of me feels like an empty room. Does the world know the body is just a cloth coat hung on air?
A poem about a light walker
Busting menstruation myths, unboxing a menstrual cup. (Includes a video)
Another Monday at the Tuning Fork and how can I possibly hate the week when it starts that way? I’ve been struggling a bit with performance poetry. I now know the difference between performed poetry and spoken word. I can’t entirely articulate it but I can see, hear and feel…
Anvi Mehta ran a feature on me for DNA, focusing on my work on stage as a Spoken Word artist.
So Karthik showed up at the Open Mic earlier this week. I was running late and we barely had a few minutes to catch up and sync up. There was a super ANNOYING couple at the table next to us talking LOUDLY during a performance and saying things like “He’s…
…is the name of a book by the guy who wrote ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. I happened to mention what an amazing title that was and what a shitty book it turned out to be. My AlphabetSambar peeps suggested we reclaim it by writing something else around it. And…