A collection of untouched memories and unwritten time,A tide to wash away stains from the past, Some arrivals cease the darkness they say Just like arrival of dawn through the grey of night But take me to places, other than these
you always knew you’d do better than this, din’t you? anyway, rise up, a year has passed to the events you still keep thinking about come on, there is nothing wrong with trying on those pairs of new sandals, they are never gonna stay new and tagged after this moment walk in them, apply a… Read More thought process
Until this campaign #ProudToBeMyMum, I never thought about my relation with my mother, I just thought it was ever present, ever there and needn’t be talked about; but now that I think I can talk about it for hours, talk about things and minute details that we share. They say shadows are a negative image but… Read More The Shadow I grew up in #ProudToBeMyMum
Well, the story, of course, starts with a follow back from her account on Insta. I was casually scrolling down my Insta feed late at night when I saw Mira Sethi in my mentions and that she liked one of my write-ups and followed me. The first thing I did was take a screenshot… Read More When Mira Sethi Unfollowed Me….
I write about silence that plays on my mother’s lips before forming shy and afraid words or silence that crept into creases on my grandmother’s skin and made home there; I write about a silence when that woman stole a glance at me and skin around her eyes gathered in layers of fear of time… Read More Here is to Strong Women!
I reach his belongings with trembling hands, constantly under the burden of realization that I might not like it if someone tries intruding into my world of belongings only a few months after my disappearance from the physical world. There is a relatable fear, a shared feeling of discontent; but there is this contentment surviving… Read More Remembering my Grandfather
The title might seem like a paradox but imagine someone living a paradoxical life, a paradox devoid of meanings, or meanings if there are any denoting only remoteness, or barrenness at other times. No one wants to talk about the life that women live, and if someone in some cases eventually learns to talk about… Read More Life in a box or boxed life??