Lockdown Style for Survival
Lockdown is on. I’m showing up for it in style.
Lockdown is on. I’m showing up for it in style.
Art showcases vulnerability, makes honesty accessible, believable, livable.
Postcards to #StorySeekers with love from @AlphabetSambar
A saree can also be a skirt!
“Eena, I sang for an hour today”, says Lolita to her imaginary friend.
RECUPERATE – For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds
Privilege Guilt is the helplessness of having something one did not earn. But your self-flagellation doesn’t actually make heal a sick person.
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them. See, life has become an unpredictable horizon strewn with landmines called memories. An accidental sighting and unfortunate coincidences. We’re so connected, we’re entrenched seamless and a chance encounter, becomes an obituary. Memory, that unreliable narrator…
The first time you watch someone die is a surprise because wasn’t death supposed to be silent?
I’ve been in situations before where I’ve felt like there is no way forward. Like being in prison. This is a good thing.