The Broken Glass Inside My Head
It’s a post-apocalyptic world inside my head. Watching ‘Deadpool’ was a nasty reminder. But so was sympathy from a stranger.
Film
Girls Who May One Day Be Gone
Gone Girl – I saw the movie, I read the book. This is not a review but a prediction of doom.
I’m Looking For Our Normal, Mr. Everyday
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…
G for Gym Rat
I hit the gym today for my first personal training session. And it brought up a sweet memory of a college crush.
F for Four Year Old Lessons
This is something I wrote at one of Rochelle’s workshops. I haven’t edited it too much and I might consider performing it. Then again, once I put it out there, I might not need to anymore. This is a delayed poem for the April 2015 A to Z Challenge. ~O~O~O~O~O~ Four…
C for Crying
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…
A for Ask Me Anything
Ask me anything, he says.
She thinks about how to translate that in her head, into the language of her.
Why I’m Not Protesting The #IndiasDaughter Ban
BBC India filmed a documentary about the 2012 Jyoti Singh (Nirbhaya) gangrape. The Indian government banned it. #IndiasDaughter
I Was A Manic Pixie Dream Girl
*This post was featured on WordPress Freshly Pressed picks on March 27, 2015. Remember when I wrote that I felt like a character in someone else’s coming-of-age story? I was only scratching the surface with that. I’ve been long intrigued by a stock character in popular fiction – the Manic…
Completely Pointless Ramblings on Love
Today I’m going to talk about love. It’s an overused term, I know. But I haven’t written about it in a long time. Not really. I have been suspicious of love, waged war with it, tried to control it, compartmentalise it and even ignore it. Today, I sit down with…