I wore a saree to a poetry event today. Unlike the last time, it was a rushed drape of an unstarched cotton. I look like an amma. But I was…

I’ve had a breather from work and life’s madness and I find myself able to write again. Surely you can’t have missed the volley of blogposts all of a sudden.…

Last year I went to see the gynacologist. I was 35, an age I’d heard was when precautionary tests would need to start being taken. I asked her what were…

Motherhood, how do I feel about it? My opinion feels like it’s water. It’s overpowering. It’s cold and uncomfortable sometimes. It has picked off the residue of other people’s being…

I should probably re-word the title of this post. For an average Indian male at least, she’s the First Woman. Technically so for every single man, actually. Mama, Earth Mother,…

I said I’d be a mother someday. He said I needed a man. I didn’t say I’d be pregnant. I said I’d be a mother. You don’t need anyone But…

“How many issues?” A seemingly married woman is likely to be asked by every second aunty. For the uninitiated that translates to, “How many children do you have?” So, “How…

XX Factor welcomes a longtime friend (of mine and of this blog) as its newest guest-contributor. Many of my insights (on relationships and on relationships) have come my way, courtesy…

I saw the movie yesterday, five days after it was released and at the unlikely time of 3:30 p.m. It felt sort of appropriate considering that the movie seemed to…