More intelligent minds than mineHave spokenEverything of consequence saidNow I speak my unimportant bit Never saw the sky this blueBroken shells hint at the ideaOf something that wasAnd has passedLike time whispering Footprints on sandJust before the tide washes inAren’t uglyNeither is the old mill. If you liked this post,…
The sins of an over-hectic schedule caught up with me this weekend. I’ve been working quite hard and partying rather hard too, for my metabolism. When you wake up on a weekday (and in these times, on a weekend too), there isn’t a minute to be wasted. So much to…
The city of Mumbai is a phoenix.
I navigated heartbreak & healing when I revisited sites of old pain. A nostalgia trip helped me explore the map of my traumatic memories & brought me closure.
This is my contribution to the blog-a-thon on Street Harassment organized by Blank Noise Project. Mama says don’t go here, don’t go thereDad tells me to stop ‘attracting attention’ with my clothesMa tells me she doesn’t have a problem if I look good; only that other people will think so…
A morning in the city that never sleeps
Let me tell you about my recessive gene. It involves idlis, questionable pronunciations and the Great South Indian Software Dream.
My first day back in the world after two days in a shell of immediate survival. Everyone in the office had a story to tell. One of the girls left office on Tuesday and we had no news from her till late this morning. She still hasn’t managed to get…
I’m home today after living through the first natural calamity in my life – the Mumbai floods of July 2005. My city drowned and floated.
A candid account of feeling violated in public spaces by a look, challenging societal norms, and the struggle for solidarity.
