A Retro Generation: Burnt Out Firecrackers & Faded Flowers
“It was rebellion. Just like every other generation.”
Fashion
The Mother Box – Poetry & Acid
I wore a saree to a poetry event today. Unlike the last time, it was a rushed drape of an unstarched cotton. I look like an amma. But I was on my way to a new poetry event. And I thought it would be nice to do gentle romantic piece….
Where We Preen And Talk About Our Hair A Lot
I’m a vain peacock in the most obvious way possible.
I love my hair.
Why I Don’t Want To Be A Mother
Last year, I went to see my gynacologist. She asked if I’d like to freeze my eggs. It made me consider the role of mother.
Red Lipstick Is My Superhero Cape
When I was small, lipstick was fascinating. It was a delicious tube that needed to be rotated and a magical colour would rise out of it. It would touch lips that made as if to bite it off (it looked so delicious!) but never did. And discreetly, its power unleashed,…
Crown Of Thorns
A hair accessory incited so much harassment from strangers and friends alike, it unwittingly became my crown of thorns.
I Wear: Indian Wedding
*This is a sponsored post. The pictures are from a wedding I attended. Two of my friends got married this week. I attended a ceremony that lasted over 6 hours, included a pheras-around-fire ritual, several small in-family practices, a wedding dinner and reception. And this was actually an Indian Wedding…
I Want To Be A Modern, Female Superman…
No, this is serious. I am friend, businesswoman, creative thinker, socially aware voice, family woman, hot single girl, gal pal and a host of other things.
When Douchey Men Have Daughters
All that noise and gunfire and the sound of grown men weeping? That’s just the sound of someone getting his just desserts.
‘Do You Want Kids?’ Is Not A Yes Or No Question
Why is motherhood a decision taken by consensus, not my consent? Do I want kids? I don’t know.