I want to explain that by ‘alter you’, I mean alter who you think you are. You are not your body. You are not a number. You are not a colour. You are not a race. You are not a name. You are not a country. You are not a label. So who are you? Find out and your skin will fit.
Over a year and half ago, I bought this accessory on a whim. It comprises aΒ red flower made of net and fabric, attached to a thin red headband. Like all things bright and red, it caught my fancy. I wore it several times in the next few days. It made…
I don’t understand what the problem with selfies is. I remember a time when people would keep handing their camera over to others and asking them to shoot their pictures. THAT was really annoying. Selfies put people in charge of their own vanity. Also, vanity. It’s defined as ‘Excessive pride…
Only a woman Can be both relieved and disgusted by the fact that she is bleeding. Not horrified. Or fascinated. We leave that to to the men. Men like to draw blood. Women just naturally shed blood. Why would we be afraid of it? That’s what I hate men most…
Call it eve-teasing, call it street harassment or just talk about SlutWalk. Iβm adding my voice to this cry. I live in Mumbai, famed for the crowds, the fast pace of lifeβ¦and how safe it is for women. I am thankful for it. The city I call home, gives me…
I thought about people who hit me. In plural. I experienced enough before adulthood. Yet at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong. Was it the force of his blow across my face, ears ringing for 6min, long pause to register its wrongness? Or…
Some time ago, I watched a woman walk into a coffeeshop. She was dressed in a neon yellow jacket, neon yellow sneakers & microshorts and sported a ponytail on either side of the head, held back with – you guessed it, neon yellow ties. She looked like she was in…
I miss the old blog posts.where we really go to read your views on gender relationships