Tongues
I hang upside down to the earth and my niece stands atop it, in her aerial drawing of us. In the drawing, it’s always daytime in India …
DOA
Last night’s forecast predicted clouds and rain. But the sun was out all day, today. Our professor brought coffee, cookies, and cupcakes to class. I drank the …
Rebellious SelfCare
When I was done obsessing over anonymous comedians and eyewear, I became an expert in skincare, overnight. I know the difference between pustules and acne. I know …
Holding Ourselves
Some people know what you looked like in school, they know you take your coffee black, no sugar thanks. They had the front-row seats to your heartbreaks, …
A tiny revolution: The Ally talk
Last week I told papa mummy to be better allies to me. Documenting my soliloquy here. Papa, I am not okay. Home feels toxic. I know we …
Tiny revolutions
In my family, issues either live under carpets or are aired publicly. Arguments happen loudly, meanly, between egos who were never taught to feel or communicate. The …
Kuch Kuch Hota Hai
I write this post to make a whole country’s potential loss of Freedom Of Speech about myself. I don’t think Instagram is going anywhere (and it scares …
Of big wins and timely hugs
I went to a dermatologist to understand some precautionary measures when starting mood stabilizers. A very heavy task at the end of a mind-numbing week of bad …
Not a bag, but a kite be
I was recently let down by an ally. I didn’t want to be dramatic about it but it shook my abandonment issues and trauma like a pebble …
Welcoming my mind back
I came back to my room yesterday. I am still isolating, but I shall be doing that on MY bed, next to my plants, my lamps, the …