Reading SUGARBREAD was like eating a whole green chilli. It made me feel like I’d been punched in the gut. Satisfaction came after tears.
Gehraiyaan isn’t a great Valentine’s Day release. But it does make for some rich girltalk fodder.
I wore a saree to a poetry event today. Unlike the last time, it was a rushed drape of an unstarched cotton. I look like an amma. But I was on my way to a new poetry event. And I thought it would be nice to do gentle romantic piece….
Here’s my scathing tribute to motherhood.
Last year, I went to see my gynacologist. She asked if I’d like to freeze my eggs. It made me consider the role of mother.
All that noise and gunfire and the sound of grown men weeping? That’s just the sound of someone getting his just desserts.
Why is motherhood a decision taken by consensus, not my consent? Do I want kids? I don’t know.
For the Indian man, there’s only one real woman in every relationship. It always goes back to her.
Yesterday I came upon a wonderful, if not depressing realisation. Human beings seek the same old social structures everywhere. We replicate the same relationship models, no matter what new social settings we are in. This realization came to me courtesy too many back-to-back episodes of How I Met Your Mother….
I wonder if, at some point in the relationship, a woman feels more like a single mother than a girlfriend/wife. I know I certainly do. And I have one of the better ones. He doesn’t cheat, he doesn’t force sex on me. And yet, here I am. I’ve refrained from…