I Wear: A Bengal Summer
It’s cotton season! I love summer because it’s the perfect time for my cotton sarees.
It’s cotton season! I love summer because it’s the perfect time for my cotton sarees.
I am not a Tamilian. I am not a Brahmin. You erase my identity and you insult my legacy when you call me a TamBram.
I was an angry girl of the Indian rock persuasion in a saree.
AgentsOfIshq ran a story of mine on dark skin pride and my love of colour.
Yesterday I was introduced on stage by a misogynist host. After I performed a piece about womanhood, another man began harassing me.
It ended because he assumed it was what he thought and what he had to say. It didn’t even occur to him to think of what I was thinking.
Independence Day fell close to a weekend this year. And it was also a sunny, dry day in the middle of a wet August. I took the opportunity to pull out a garment that I added to my wardrobe on another Independence Day four years ago – the sari. I…
Indian wear for a modern woman.
Passive Aggression did that.
I know what I saw. I know the sense of danger I felt. I know that unmistakable instinct women develop about trouble. There was something off. I didn’t need to see the bruises.