All of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of an ex, propping yourself on memories of a relationship, wondering if healing will ever be clean. It won’t. It can still be beautiful. Includes a podcast performance.
Fleeting Mutual Intimacies are….
Tinder was a brutal experience when I first got on to it, in its early days in India. So why did I go back?
I began 2014 fresh from a post-breakup hiatus and feeling ready to go adventuring in matters of the heart again. I don’t have the MARRIAGE agenda looming high over my every interaction and the past is not weighing me down much either. I figured this made for the best possible…
India is on the digital map and we of the brown-skinned, spicy-food-eating ilk are exploring digital dating too.
The people who espouse hookups are just as fundamentalist in their beliefs as the people they scoff at. There is no room for love in this war.
1. He sends her a carefully worded to sound casual-but-smart message. 2. She replies with the digital equivalent of a laugh. 3. Encouraged, he does some more of that. 4. She chuckles (digitally, of course). He notices that her smile is crooked and that her teeth don’t quite line up. He wonders whether to…
You’ve got to be really broken, tiny, so miniscule you barely at exist, to be able to do that. And if it’s something that you let happen because it was comforting, healing even, it’s brought you back to life. You’re not incomplete, you’re healthy and breathing and alive again. And…
I almost remember the days when getting hold of a photograph of someone who made your heart beat….was a big thing. And it would treasured, placed carefully between the pages of a favorite book and lovingly thumbed every now and then. We’ve moved far ahead. Instead of one photograph, carefully…
