#AndheriGirl: Marol Spirit
Marol is where the ‘Mumbaiker spirit’ goes to die. *I should know, I grew up there.
Marol is where the ‘Mumbaiker spirit’ goes to die. *I should know, I grew up there.
Let us drift on an ocean of ideas and call it conversationLet’s share an AHA! moment and mistake it for compatibilityLet us feel the camaraderie of fellow voyagers and call it love I will if you will. Shall we call it a date?
Love is blind, he says and falls asleep.So cliched, she thinksBut she takes off her glassesAnd snaps them in half. #ideastory View on Path
Five of us in this photograph, she says,I wonder where the rest are.Six, he thinks,I was behind the camera. But she’s already looked away.#ideastory View on Path
Poetry,comes rolling out of my pursed lips,like smoke curling under the door. Somebody’s going to get burnt soon.
Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking. I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,PERFECT. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
I watched a French video titled ‘Oppressed Majority‘. It’s a satirical, dark take on patriarchy. It does so by reversing traditional gender roles. What would life look like if the way each sex was treated was reversed? Dear men, I understand now.* Honestly. I found myself thinking things that I’ve…
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I painted the Mumbai skyline on an old pickle glass bottle.