Christmas In My 40s: Navigating Yuletide In A Desi Identity
Christmas is complex for me. It’s a journey through painful nostalgia, colonised history, the morality of forgivness & questioning where I really belong.
Christmas is complex for me. It’s a journey through painful nostalgia, colonised history, the morality of forgivness & questioning where I really belong.
‘Lessons in Chemistry’ is a book by Bonnie Garmus and AppleTV produced show feat. Brie Larson. It’s a perfect example of why a book is usually better than film.
In India, you’re not allowed to be a woman who can’t cook. The pandemic brought me ways to navigate this and a new appreciation of food.
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
If we’re going to measure morality based on what we eat, let’s examine the food on our plates first.
We are all angry. Seething and out for blood. Where do we go from here? The pandemic has been the arsenic cherry on the difficult lessons of a decade.
‘From Scratch’ on Netflix made me realise the world doesn’t know how & why death shows up. How can we answer why people turn out as they do?
The second COVID wave made me ponder why we do things. Is it not more about our own personal ego gratification than about helping?
I love listicles about astrology! Here’s one more on my theme of #Zodiacarama. The zodiac signs as 80s/90s Indian sweets. ARIES: Mango Mood & everything from the sour things thela wala – Makes weird faces. Makes you make weird faces. Everything is a dare. TAURUS: Monginis slice cake – Soft,…
I had a bad relationship with food & men. Being female meant being food provider. Social rules turned to acid in my stomach. Eventually they’d pour out of my mouth as bilious words, undigested pressure. I asked shaadi boys if they could cook before their moms could ask me. No…