Daily stories for wisdom & grace in the form of #TodaysTale
Sweet Tooth. I didn’t have one. There was no room for it in my world of efficient kitchen logistics & transactions of nutrition.
Flowers & an endless supply of pens for you, Jaideep Khare. Written for an @alphabetsambar writing exercise on Clubhouse.
These carefree whistlersgirls throwing hearts & bodies outto men who will let them falland men who will pick them uponly to throw them backI have been thrown away,thrown over, thrown backI don’t belong here The screaming thundersdripping rage & accusationsto fertile minds that will turn theminto gangrene & cancerThe storms…
An old post for a new prompt uncovered the purity of my emotion & unabashed sensuality before I met moral policing. But I still like a good peach.
For some months now, Clubhouse has been my new social media toy. It has also been my solace, my refuge during the soul-shattering COVID-19 second wave. I’ve made friendships of a very different kind from any I’ve had before (even counting the pioneering days of chatrooms, blogs & Twitter). Hearing people’s voices through the dark desolation of a pandemic and having those voices be what carry you into choosing to wake up every day – this cannot be explained to somebody who hasn’t experienced it. This piece was written for a theme set by my steadiest co-host, Tareque Laskar – Better Days.
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
This is the book that set me on the cultural stereotype that I would live out for the next 16 years. A Kundera life.
August, Leo month, brought me back to life, piecing together from debris, things I’ve never owned.
When your life is lived out on the digital space, where does the public end and the personal begin?