Making Peace With Privilege
Privilege Guilt is the helplessness of having something one did not earn. But your self-flagellation doesn’t actually make heal a sick person.
Privilege Guilt is the helplessness of having something one did not earn. But your self-flagellation doesn’t actually make heal a sick person.
I’ve moved away from a lot of festivals steeped as they are in religion, the biggest reason for violence & turmoil in my country right now. I was talking to a stranger yesterday when I realised just that this is a good time to remember abundance. But it only feels…
I’ve never thought of myself as a dog person. I was chased by a dog in my youth and another one later. I’ve held my breath trying to quell panic through dog-owners insisting that their pets are harmless babies, that I shouldn’t worry and that anybody who hates dogs is…
I spotted this tree at the junction of a rapidly disappearing Mumbai and the greedy new city emerging in its place.
This picture was shot by a sweet young photographer at an Open Mic event in 2012 when she spotted the flowers I was carrying.
A review of ‘Insects are just like you and me except some of them have wings’ by Kuzhali Manickavel.
A week after the proposal.
And here’s a poem from the archives, titled ‘Moonlight Walk‘ Meet me on the other side of the moonAnd walk in shadows with meIt won’t be all darkYou put a gleam in my eyesThat will lead the way for a stroll into madness I’ll take you right up to the…
I couldn’t sleep. I knew I had to. I stared in the direction of the wall in trepedition. I knew the clock’s hands were inching towards the crashing point. Perhaps they had already passed. I was too scared to switch on the light and check. If they had passed the…