Sleepless Nights
On restless nights, I wrote your name in silver-grey swirls of memories and dotted the i’s with tears till sleep blacked me out.
On restless nights, I wrote your name in silver-grey swirls of memories and dotted the i’s with tears till sleep blacked me out.
In 2019 I wanted to create content about US race relations & its parallels in caste/religion politics in India. I knew many Indians consumed only whitewashed/uppercaste content. Reading non WhiteMale writers opened my mind to how history is shaped by the powerful, how it impacts public attitudes, personal relations &…
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September was kind. I have had four milestone conversations in the last month. They’ve been hard, uncomfortable, cruel even. Why are we so cruel to each other? Out of fear, out of insecurity and from the mistaken assumption that caring is a finite resource that we need to dole out….
Iβve discovered that the only way to survive Monday is to charge at it like youβre on a roller-coaster. Eyes closed, hurtle into it at top speed. It will be over before you know it and whatβs more you may even have had fun. You can count the broken bones…
1. Doctors. This ‘noble’ profession stayed noble for me only as far as the parents of my best friend. Every medicine man & woman after that, has looked at me and my family and seen only a big, fat wallet. Scum. 2. Pedigreed puppies. It’s bad enough that this country…
I must have missed the memo. Excuse me, but when did an ‘already-married’ status become a dateworthy trait? The internet, pubs, parties and all manner of social occasions are rife with married men partaking of mating rituals – the innuendo-ridden conversations, the excessive compliments, the lingering glances, theΒ offers to buy…