Life Finding A Way
There is a rage in cities that disturbs me. But there is room in a garden for the delicate blooms, sturdy shrubs, pungent herbs & resilient weeds.
There is a rage in cities that disturbs me. But there is room in a garden for the delicate blooms, sturdy shrubs, pungent herbs & resilient weeds.
I went looking for sunrises years ago. What I found instead was so much beauty and joy in the mayhem.
I am struggling to reconcile my identity as an island girl with my citizenship in a fast-paced, cut-throat metropolis.
“She tried to be the kind of person that interesting things happened to.”
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
Mumbai defines me and in my being, I add to the millions that define this city.
We buy into the myth of the cold cruelty of cities. Yet, we only find our loves & friendships in strangers.
This is a writing experiment. The model in the featured image is my friend Anmol Karnik.