My Soulmate Is A Book
My SoulMate Is A Book
My SoulMate Is A Book
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?