City | Poetry | Relationships
A Game of Eye Contact
Eye contact. All the things it holds.
Mumbai
Light Viewing: February in the City – Part II
She says the city doesn’t look quite real to her. So many people. Nobody knows anyone else.
Kiss Kiss💋
Do you remember your last kiss? Everyone remembers their first. But kisses lose significance as we get older.
Conversations with a tree: February In The City – Part 1
I spotted this tree at the junction of a rapidly disappearing Mumbai and the greedy new city emerging in its place.
Where I Regret Doing The Right Thing
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.
Part Time Lovers
The 60s talked of free love. Millennials say fuck-buddies or if they want to be nice, friends-with-benefits. How do we navigate our many lovers?
What You Thought The Future Was Going To Be
The hardest thing to let go of, is what you thought the future was going to be.
Flamingos Fly Through The Ruins
My years working in Chinchpokli were checkered with the ruins of the past as well as the promise of flamingos. It shaped me in so many ways.
Of This City
“That looks like me. I belong.
In my skin,
in this city.”
I remember this moment. It was so of this city.
A Story That Wrote Me
This has been a year of such drastic changes and shifts that my whole outlook has been the here and now – surviving these. But I am a creature of nostalgia and the past doesn’t impede me. It teaches me, it nurtures me and it gives me fodder for the…