It’s a curious thing that in our bid for perfection, we lose the essence of beauty. I must have been ten or eleven when I first got into a swimming pool. Along with a bunch of other kids the same age, I learnt to splash and swim and not fear…
He said, “This home looks really broken down.” looking at the photograph. “Yes.” I replied. I heard pity in my friend’s voice. For a heart that had made room. But I remembered the goodbye. A welcome that wasn’t returned.And the plastic mask-shield came back to protect me again. From rain…
Consent is a layered, nuanced thing. How do we even begin to consider it in a world where some of us are not allowed to say NO?
Watching ‘Silver Linings Playbook’ reminded me of something I keep forgetting – to do what makes me happy. It’s so simple. I keep letting myself get lost.
How am I? It’s pain like I cannot even begin to articulate. So much that I’m numb. A thick sheet of plastic over a boiling cauldron of black, festering poison. That’s me.
So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the pattern of my relationships, the kind of men I attract and so on. All my associations with men, the minor flirtations and the serious relationships alike follow a pattern. They’re drawn to my quirkiness, my ‘oh my God, did she…
I was watching the first 20 minutes or so of ‘Jerry Maguire’ on TV and it made me feel like writing. Stories like that always do, don’t they? Inspirational ones about people who do something different, face challenges and then overcome them. This was yesterday. The minute I turned the…
Should an online platform get to decide whether my name is valid or not?
You had a gift for me, you saidAn excuse to see me again over the weekendAnd continue the conversation thatDespite our careful carrying of our respective dignitiesSloshed over and spilled into crazy laughter, often. I thought back to the day priorA quick coffee turned six-hour un-dateCostume trials at a movie…