Power Play
Power play – a poem.
Power play – a poem.
I tried limericking. I didn’t follow syllable count rules. Saying something in 5 lines in rhyme and being funny was challenge enough.
A review of Devdutt Pattanaik’s ‘SITA’ contrasted with his other book ‘JAYA’.
I started ‘The Thirty Diaries’ a month before I hit 30. Now, six months from my 35th birthday, I do a mid-way check.
Your secrets
I attended a workshop on Haiku writing and this is what I came up with about my city.
Why is motherhood a decision taken by consensus, not my consent? Do I want kids? I don’t know.
I have adopted the saree as my go-to garment. Its versatility really appeals to my creative side and liberates me from the shackles of womens wear.
I miss the Mumbai of my childhood. I suppose I’ll have to stop calling it ‘amchi Mumbai’ and shift to ‘maari Mumbai’ or ‘saddi Mumbai’ instead.
I tweeted about a funny guy crush. A friend asked what other kind there was and challenged me to write a list.