Part Time Lovers
The 60s talked of free love. Millennials say fuck-buddies or if they want to be nice, friends-with-benefits. How do we navigate our many lovers?
Romance
I Don’t Celebrate Halloween, Can I Leave?
“I don’t think he ever actually liked me,” I told a friend last week. Incredulous, he asked me, then why was he with you?
The Love Adventure: Past Sell-By Date
What does falling in love feel like? I don’t remember. I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about the compromises people make for companionship.
Crush: A Definition
It’s called a crush
because you’re crushed by the weight of FEELING
taking up room that oxygen is supposed to occupy inside you.
The Vigilante Poet
Time zoomed byleft behind a smoking trailand skidmarks only I could see Nobody cared when I saidI’d been a victim of a drive-by shooting,Love in the driver’s seat So I stemmed my bleeding with paperTurned poetry into paper planesAnd sent them flying everywhere I saw the rogues appear One of…
Out On Singles Town
Out On Singles Town Something interesting that happened to me in 2014 was meeting two different guys and deciding NOT to pursue relationships with them. I remember an Ally McBeal episode (does anybody even remember that show?) where she says, “I don’t actually date, not for the fun of it….
Completely Pointless Ramblings on Love
Today I’m going to talk about love. It’s an overused term, I know. But I haven’t written about it in a long time. Not really. I have been suspicious of love, waged war with it, tried to control it, compartmentalise it and even ignore it. Today, I sit down with…
The Good, The Bad and The Ugly of Connections
Like every other aspect of Mumbai life, dating here is stressful. My result driven city has made a corporate exercise out of the experience of finding connections!
Because Dating Doesn’t Have To Be Drama & Disasters
The last time I spoke about dating, I was cribbing about Indian men, digital platforms and the world in general. But like the times I rarely speak about, I’m regaining my peace-equilibrium with the world I live in, that fails to please me, on occasion. And as with pizza, beer…
City | Poetry | Relationships
The Phone Call
My truth comes calling, on an international phone callSounding exactly like every other person who thinksThey have something important to say to meExcept this one always doesFor sure, her words are truth, her truths truer. She thinks I need to be better, work harder, be smarter at my jobI know,…