Yellow-paged love

I find you to be demanding today. Demanding to be eternally read and remembered, while thousands more continue to be born and bred, taking up shelves in bookshops and libraries that I may never get to see, touch or smell. Pages unflipped, will yellow before the dust settles. I find you to be wanting today.... Continue Reading →

Three walls and a curtain (4)

A.. B.. C.. D.. E.. Blink. A.. B.. C.. D.. Blink. I recite the entire alphabet over and over and wait for the eyes to blink. My voice trembles the first time. I've never felt so desperate. Letter by letter, blink by blink, we form words. We slowly put disparate words in context, trying to... Continue Reading →

Better safe than sorry?

For a long time now, I've been wondering about what it means to survive as a woman in a place where you're stifled and crushed every time you try to lift your head up. I'm getting tired of the better-safe-than-sorry mantra that has been shoved down my throat by pretty much every person I've known since... Continue Reading →

Grey Skies (2)

It is a wet, grey evening draining itself into darkness. I get a call. There has been an accident. I sit there. Then I pack. It is a misty, early morning in Mumbai. As I wipe the fog off my window, I wait to arrive at my stop, unaware of how often and for how... Continue Reading →

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