Finding God In The Incompletion Of Love, Nature & City
Mumbaiβs bridges, birds, and bygone doorsβ seeking meaning in plants, photographs, and god in everyday moments.
Mumbaiβs bridges, birds, and bygone doorsβ seeking meaning in plants, photographs, and god in everyday moments.
When the world doesn’t make sense, a dream shows me the truth. I had one last night that brought me resolution from the pain of many decades.
How I learnt to value deaths as I learnt to value life. What lies next to the pain of loss & fear of the unknown when it comes to death?
Love poem chaptered in pieces of my heart & pages of a journal. Read the poem ‘Journal Entries, 2016’ here.
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.
We treat infidelity differently depending upon the gender of the cheater. How can we hold a uniform idea of justice across genders then?
My journey through Valentine’s Days is full of bloody warfare, dangerous laughter, cold money and seething rage. What was it like today?
The most poignant events of our lives still leave an impact that only lasts a couple of years at most. What do we make of ‘true love’ which has a kind of endlessness?
We do not have a consensus on what love, commitment, sex or identity mean. Maybe we don’t need to agree. What do we owe each other then?
There are treasures in hidden corners as much as there are monsters called trauma. This un-loving wanting is our map.