Salwar kameez, the ubiquitous subcontinental garment has a varied history in my own personal life.
An event titled ‘An Evening of No Regrets’ made me ponder the role of regret in my world.
You tell me this is what it means to loveYou say that is love, this is lovingYou point me to poetryas a dictionary for the love languageAnd therapy terminologyto dissect this feeling These my friend,are conversations about love,Not love itself(And note, that I call you ‘friend’,not ‘my love’)Because I’ve read…
August, Leo month, brought me back to life, piecing together from debris, things I’ve never owned.
When I protest misbehaviour, I’m told “that’s how other people behave with me”. Does mutual misbehaviour negate the fact that this is in fact, misbehaviour?
Of all the readers in the world with whom to bond over LOTR, I never expected one to be my teacher.
When your life is lived out on the digital space, where does the public end and the personal begin?
Body positivity starts with treating your self as a work of art.
I’ve been taking tentative steps towards normal life (or whatever that looks like) in 2021. Is this a rebirth?
At some point, you have to let go of the people who you think healed you because they’re no more than crutches. Maybe you needed them once but letting them go is part of growth. There is no glory in suffering, no love in neediness. Shared pain is an opportunity,…