The Mate Hunt

What’s True Love Like In Isolation?
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What’s True Love Like In Isolation?

The most poignant events of our lives still leave an impact that only lasts a couple of years at most. What do we make of ‘true love’ which has a kind of endlessness?

Confused Patriarchy Made Me A Feminist
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Confused Patriarchy Made Me A Feminist

Why does a woman have to earn a life of dignity through abuse & assault when men receive it as birthright?

Excruciating Intimacies: Navigating Through Poetry
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Excruciating Intimacies: Navigating Through Poetry

It isn’t intimacy unless it feels a little tender.

BOOK: Home – Manju Kapur | Coming Back To Me
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BOOK: Home – Manju Kapur | Coming Back To Me

A lovely return to my late 20s where books absorbed me with a rigour I did not experience in my social or professional life.

A Truce With Gender
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A Truce With Gender

If I were fifteen years younger, I’d identify as nonbinary. Or maybe not, I don’t know if the beaten gender path has beat me down too often mercilessly.

Two Cities I’ve Loved – Bangalore & Mumbai
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Two Cities I’ve Loved – Bangalore & Mumbai

Feeling the tug between two places – one that feels like home and one that is dutifully home.

Second COVID Stupid – Smooth Egg Brain
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Second COVID Stupid – Smooth Egg Brain

The second dark COVID of my soul is here except it doesnโ€™t feel quite as dark. I feel stupid and it is peaceful.

What Do We Owe Each Other In Shifting Normals?
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What Do We Owe Each Other In Shifting Normals?

After I wrote yesterday’s fan post about And Just Like That, I stayed up late reading reviews & the subreddit of the show. Well. There is so much vitriol. I believe most of it is the punishment our overly capitalist world is wrecking on anyone who hasn’t paid the requisite…

A Refugee From Amatonormativity
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A Refugee From Amatonormativity

I’ve heard of asexuality, aromanticism and polyamory. Then a friend sent me this video talking about AMATONORMATIVITY. Well-meaning friends have gently (or bluntly) told me that my experiences of abuse turned me against men/marriage. There may be some truth to that. The very thought of weddings – invitations, over-the-top engagement…

Punks & Cheese
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Punks & Cheese

You are made for instant love stories,for picture-perfect odes,for sweet-scented songs,for candy smiles& dimple kisses I carry a pen dipped in bloodA shiv serves a chalkas I punk upa symmetric story& make it minewith a sweaty handprint Which is why I say nomore often than hell yes!(the only yes I…

๐—ช๐—›๐—ฌ ๐—ฌ๐—ข๐—จ ๐——๐—œ๐——๐—ก’๐—ง ๐—–๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—ก๐—˜๐—ซ๐—ง ๐——๐—”๐—ฌ
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๐—ช๐—›๐—ฌ ๐—ฌ๐—ข๐—จ ๐——๐—œ๐——๐—ก’๐—ง ๐—–๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—ก๐—˜๐—ซ๐—ง ๐——๐—”๐—ฌ

When you kiss a friend,they leak out of the chais, cappuccinos, white wines & long island iced teas & camaraderiepast the milestones of recognitionwhere the light switch flicks on in your mind& your friendship mode self turns onand that feels like it would look uncomfortableBut it’s notand you, overarticulate you,…

A Peach For Breakfast
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A Peach For Breakfast

My Clubhouse room prompt for this week via fellow host Tareque Laskar was SPELLBOUND. For this I cheated (slightly) and blended two of my old posts together. It was an interesting exercise, personally than for my writing since one of the posts was written 15 years ago. I remember feeling…

Love Gardener
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Love Gardener

We have to separate the feeling from the person who inspires them. We are so literal, we use the words “my love” to describe a sentiment as well as a person. But our feelings are entirely our own, to process, to draw from for poetry, to express in our ways,…

Love Language
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Love Language

LOVE LANGUAGE – my journey deciphering my experiences through the words of love songs in different languages

Where’s The Flirty Party?
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Where’s The Flirty Party?

Flirting feels like a massive party I haven’t been invited to. A concert that’s playing all around me & everyone’s vibing to it, except me. I can’t hear it, I can’t see it. I can pick up when people are attracted to me but that’s from years of being the…

Decoding Desire
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Decoding Desire

Desire puts us in the space of seeing what we need, what we yearn for. And this, right now after a long period of starvation & loneliness & desolation is shadowy. The needs are real but are they deep or transient? Will they vanish like FOMO the minute they are…

~B~L~U~E~ or A Rejection Of Romance
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~B~L~U~E~ or A Rejection Of Romance

His voice holds me. His words unravel me. And the trouble is the unraveling, the undoing, the blurring continue long after the voice has gone silent, the line cold. Because words, they linger. Burning flesh wounds inside defenses. And everything else feels harder, sharper, steelier. I am in a world…

The Political Is Personal
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The Political Is Personal

Activists with sincerity on their tongues, burning eyes & tearful hearts. They set mine afire. I register the call of their wild cries, in the pounding in my ears. Eloquent speakers do the same. They tease out the primal me. I’ve railed against patriarchy. At my loudest, I was screaming…

To The Guy Who Likes Long Drives
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To The Guy Who Likes Long Drives

I wrote to all the guys who list ‘long drives’ as what they like on dating apps

A Good Conversationalist
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A Good Conversationalist

I haven’t been writing about men or dating much, have I? The last year has forced me to sit with myself, without everything that I thought was my life but which were actually coping mechanisms. Stripped of those, what did I have? Lots of wounds. I’m glad 2020 is over….