2014 saw my worst ever case of writer’s block. Worst I say, not just because of how much I struggled to write but because how much I felt myself tearing away from writing. Writing and especially fiction, has been my release, my motivation and my source of survival for the…
Hello 2015, Welcome in. You are going to occupy my life starting now. And I’m welcoming you in. I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time now. You see, you end with a 5 which is a very nice satisfying number to be. I wouldn’t call…
*This post was featured on WordPress Freshly Pressed picks on March 27, 2015. Remember when I wrote that I felt like a character in someone else’s coming-of-age story? I was only scratching the surface with that. I’ve been long intrigued by a stock character in popular fiction – the Manic…
I’ve been thinking about girlfriends a lot recently. Men have comprised a major part of my life in these past ten years. They have been my primary references and the biggest influences on my identity and my relationship with the world. I’m not talking only about boyfriends. There still are…
Last week someone asked me, “Are you an impulsive person?” I pulled from my stock of well-thought-out answers (there, doesn’t that already tell you what it is?) and replied that I made considered decisions, which included giving impulse some consideration. This morning I thought about impulse. I thought of the…
A rumination over corn chips while on a plane.
Today opened with this news coming up on my timeline. “Sec 377 slapped on Infosys techie after wife catches his gay acts on spycam” Now where do I start on this? I can see enough of people going “Look how Section 377 helped this women get justice against her cheating…
Today I’m going to talk about love. It’s an overused term, I know. But I haven’t written about it in a long time. Not really. I have been suspicious of love, waged war with it, tried to control it, compartmentalise it and even ignore it. Today, I sit down with…
I took the first step today. I asked for help. I admitted that I wasn’t well.
When I was small, lipstick was fascinating. It was a delicious tube that needed to be rotated and a magical colour would rise out of it. It would touch lips that made as if to bite it off (it looked so delicious!) but never did. And discreetly, its power unleashed,…