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.
I spotted this tree at the junction of a rapidly disappearing Mumbai and the greedy new city emerging in its place.
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.
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?
The hardest thing to let go of, is what you thought the future was going to be.
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.
“That looks like me. I belong.
In my skin,
in this city.”
I remember this moment. It was so of this city.
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…
I was featured in an event themed ‘Women Empowerment’. And my look was a fashion-forward, sex-positive rockstar.
The weather makes all the difference. Humidity is terrible for natural fabrics and for hair and skin. Synthetic fabrics aren’t very classy and they tend to make you sweat like a pig. And after everything, if you manage to find a fabric balance, the dust just adds a sheen of…
There is always a sizeable number of people who have no interest in what’s going on. Are they really so many people who don’t know what to do with their time?