I don’t think I grasped that a new normal would have to be a new idea of normal. I don’t know if I’ll ever travel by junta public transport again, the second class compartments, the trains & metros. By the time it may be safe to, I may not physically…
When I protest misbehaviour, I’m told “that’s how other people behave with me”. Does mutual misbehaviour negate the fact that this is in fact, misbehaviour?
Of all the readers in the world with whom to bond over LOTR, I never expected one to be my teacher.
When your life is lived out on the digital space, where does the public end and the personal begin?
How do you recognise happy?
I’ve been taking tentative steps towards normal life (or whatever that looks like) in 2021. Is this a rebirth?
You wouldn’t recognise desirein the emptiness in your mouthmaking way for wordsthat your stomach is already breaking down You wouldn’t know desire if it licked youYou think it’s meant to kick & clawNot snuggle between your cellsBreathing the quiet places between people You wouldn’t trust desireEven if you laid bare…
I’m a certified Weirdzo. Certified by the Confederation of Superficial Judgement on Body, Apparel & Behaviour. They really value conformity. I qualified early, aided by a love of bright colours, fascination with shapes & textures & absolute indifference to social rules. The kid in a neon raincoat when black &…
On body policing & the censorship of our personal stories because of it.
I love colour. Bright, vibrant hues lift my mood. What’s on the outside is connected to what’s on the inside and I like them in harmony. I’m a summer child. A Mumbaiker lives with a permanant layer of humidity on the skin. And that’s as good as my city hugging…