Letters To Delhi From A Mumbai Girl
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
Why does heartbreak decimate self esteem? Where does shame sit in this pain? Can we heal from it instead of escaping its lessons?
The most poignant events of our lives still leave an impact that only lasts a couple of years at most. What do we make of ‘true love’ which has a kind of endlessness?
A lovely return to my late 20s where books absorbed me with a rigour I did not experience in my social or professional life.
Giving sex an easy place in my mind, required moving around the furniture inside my head – old traumas, inherited shame, cultural taboos. This book taught me flying.
Finding poetry & gentleness in an angry post COVID world. I found dignity in an autorickshaw driver. And a poem.