The woman’s handbag, an eternal source of mystery apparently. Let me break free of the sisterhood and decode this womanly wile. Let me open my handbag and show you exactly what’s in there. Take a look at the things that have seen the insides of my handbag:
I asked women to tell me about when a man apologised to them. A genuine, responsible, heartfelt sorry.
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…
Should gender matter in friendship? That’s a question I’ve been asking myself my whole life. After all, gender is a social set of rules (a construct as some call it). Some people follow the rules more vehemently than others. Rules exist to contain & direct human behaviour and almost always…
If Art be the much-loved childcarried to term and delivered by the nurturing womb of Creativitywhich in turn, is impregnated by the sperm seed of an Ideawhat else can Curiosity be…but the passionate union? And yet it takes two to unite, to create.But Art, owned by the artist and not…
I went to a party with people who practice polyamory.
Do you remember when beauty was joy? Shiny objects, pretty colours, soft textures, nice smells. Everything was beautiful. I remember being so thrilled at the very sight of a brand-new pack of sketch pens. The symmetry of each pen, identical but in different colours. The uniform ridges on the white…
