Say HELP!
I’m reclaiming the ability to ask for help.
I’m reclaiming the ability to ask for help.
This is a writing experiment. The model in the featured image is my friend Anmol Karnik.
In embracing the idea that every experience has lessons for me, I have to admit, they all come with prior signs as well.
‘Veere Di Wedding’ caused an uproar. Why? Because Indian audiences find it intolerable for women to laugh, much less laugh together.
Reading ‘Rust & Stardust’ (a true crime account that inspired the fiction book ‘Lolita’) helped me process old trauma.
I went to a party with people who practice polyamory.
I ran into someone who last saw me before I went through the biggest war of my life. I had to think about how to tell my story.
I received a call from an old college friend. It went the way you’d expect such calls to go. A lot shrieking, plenty of laughs, some quiet introspection and a lot more “I am so happy to be talking to you.” I really am. This is more than nostalgia. We…
I’m surrounded by question marks, in the shape of expensive gifts from you. I’ve discarded the funny, the cheesy, the lighthearted lines like you’ve done our laughs. But what about the Parisian box of songs? La vie en rose may as well be a life of thorns. I don’t like…
I met people I had ghosted. I was contacted by those who ghosted me. Maybe all ghosts bear gifts.