I thought the activists who approached me wanted to heal the wounded. I was wrong. There’s no healing when there is hate.
Fiery persona notwithstanding, my Cancerian side shows up every once in awhile. Red is usually my go to colour but occasionally I like to dip into the aqua palatte. Diwali with all its fire and noise and mayhem, made me want to retreat to the comfort of blue, purple and…
December is my favorite month of the year in Mumbai. The weather is uncharacteristically pleasant. Of course, the rest of the world laughs at us but it’s the ONLY time when we get to bring out our bright sweaters, our snug jackets and our stylish silk scarves.
From my very early years, I learnt to detest the violent green hue, the snappy texture (external) and gooey feel (internal) of bhindi.
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.