With Love From The City Of Flamingos
I found my way into healing and love, helped by words and more recently the arclights of the stage.
I found my way into healing and love, helped by words and more recently the arclights of the stage.
Tuesday was really special. I had a chance to perform at Mithibai college’s LitCon festival. The alma mater makes everything a magical experience. Even though the building has changed beyond recognition, it has echoes of my adolescent self, climbing out of windows, sneaking vada-paos into chemistry labs, reading books hidden…
I primarily left the corporate world because of the people. I couldn’t bear the idea of living the rest of my life, centered around pettiness and politics and that’s all I saw around me. I drifted gradually into more creative circles. I met artists, writers, musicians, actors, performers. I also…
I was Youtube surfing when an 80s playlist came up with an Amrita Singh song. It made me want to read, listen, watch and know more about her relationship with Saif Ali Khan. And why not? I am an older woman who was in a committed (and what I thought…
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
Writing is not healing. It’s catharsis. What does that portend for the person under the writer?
My highs & crashes are marked by my being in love. I’m beginning to wonder whether a relationship is worth the tumult. I’m peacefully single on the plateau.
I was going to slack off on C which is the real letter of today’s April A to Z Challenge. But then I read this and it pushed me to write what I did. Not even a tenth as good but it is poetry. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I stopped at 16It was time to leave…
It’s been hard surviving other people’s depression & betrayals. March brought an end to all of that. It was a month of endings.
BBC India filmed a documentary about the 2012 Jyoti Singh (Nirbhaya) gangrape. The Indian government banned it. #IndiasDaughter