A New Life
A body that works without medication. Food in my stomach even before I’m hungry. The safety to walk on the roads by myself. Life.
Nostalgia
What The Cards Say
Someone recently asked me if I would do a tarot reading for them. I found a polite way to decline and recommended a friend who does this and related things for a living. Then they asked if this person was any good, whether it would work. And I had trouble…
The Colour Of Nostalgia
“I miss the good old days when portrait painting was the only form of visual reproduction. But of course, you are too young to remember that.” I read the words in a tiny glass screen in the palm of my hand. Not a muscle moved, not even an eyelash flicker….
Body Image
She tells me about her struggle with weight, and coming to terms with it. She quotes another friend who said that she had to stop obsessing over her body, to stop making it the be-all or she’d never be happy. I point out that I said the same thing, a…
A Laundered Life
I feel like my life is being scrubbed with a very hard brush and industrial-strength detergent.
Tiny Tales: Playing Mommy
‘Playing Mommy’ is a short story about the darker side of childbirth. Please read mindfully. Trigger warning: Abortion.
The Green Mile Was Not An Illusion
Seventeen was a year of much learning, all of it outside the classroom. The college library was a gruesome place, with the boys being seated on the ground floor and the girls banished to the mezzanine floor overhead. Itwas like being on a rather volatile Venus that would suddenly be…
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Crashing Point
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…
The Girl At The Bus-Stop
I particularly remember the details of a particular journey. It stands out in the multitude of other daily routes and frequent destinations that would checker the rest of my working life. I used to take an AC bus to work each morning where I was spared of the usual Mumbai…
Annie-Mal & A Girl Called Chris
I’m drawn to my memories of certain books that once possessed me. This one reminded me of a girl I once knew.