Does the creation belong entirely to the creator? I once read a story about a couple who parted after a brief affair, which resulted in a child. Many years later the man came face to face with the news of his fatherhood, hitherto hidden from him and he said, This…
Growing up female means escaping identity boxes & those who embrace them at your expense. The Princess trope isn’t a nice one, when you’re the girl standing next to her.
Yesterday I was called rude. And all I was doing was describing a revolutionary new idea I had. Hmph, no one ever accepts brilliant new ideas when they are first born. But whatever am I IdeaSmith for, if not to express new ideas, despite all opposition? Transcripts from the conversation…
The thing that bothers me is that people confuse virginity with purity and use the first to prove the second. Please, people, let’s get this straight: Virginity (or rather, the state of never having had sex) is physical, purity is spiritual. Really now, aren’t we all adult enough (and that…
Is ‘attention-seeking’ a bad thing? What about when it is weaponised? And if it’s the only way to get justice? Would you still pursue attention?
Call them a bad design feature or call them bait, what do you think?
Conversation with a colleague: Him: I think women (at work) come in two types. There are women like you – independent, strong-natured type…you know they aren’t going to burst into tears because you tell them you don’t like their work. Then there’s this other type you have to be careful…
I used to be a tomboy, fairly genderless inside my mind. Now I find I’ve come so far from there, I almost can’t relate to the male mind any more. While I will probably never be a princess, I’m a woman, undeniably.
For Shreyasi, who understands what I don’t say as well. And for the person this conversation happened with. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ How are things? What things? You know…are you dating anybody? I haven’t heard you talk about any women. I haven’t liked any women. Turn left here, it’s around the corner. What…
Even after my own parents throw up their hands in despair at my marital status (or the lack of it) and stop bugging me, there are others who will persist, good intentions intact. The results are sometimes howl-a-rious. See here: Oh dear, who will tell her that saying “I like…