Neurodivergent basking
Today something that mummy said hurt me; it wasn’t anything soul-crushing and it wasn’t something trivial. It was just big enough that a neurotypical daughter would get …
Alopecia: after its gone
My body is not a temple. The metaphor fails me as an atheist and it fails me in its essence; my body is not a holy, peaceful, …
Quarantine diary: iii / hobbies
What are hobbies? Are the activities you enjoy doing or are they activities you do often irrespective of the joy? Y says she has no hobbies and …
Hyderabad
When I go to a different city/town for research, I try to clear out an adjacent weekend so I can walk around and see the place and …
Quarantine diary- ii / coping
It’s testing, this stepping on each other toes in a small space as a family. Everything intersects. My room is my room but the whole house that …
Of living rooms
I never felt settled while I lived in Pune. Unsettled-like one feels when one lives in a girls’ hostel that closes at 9 but one is out …
Home is many things: tokens
Home is many things. But mostly it is people. And as my therapist reminds me, there used to be a gaping hole in my life of a …
Garbage person
I find great comfort in words, beautifully crafted strings of them. To imagine people taking the pain to add to them the fragrant flowers of meter, melody, …
I like this pandemic
Let me say something insensitive today: I like this pandemic. Years ago I got dehydrated in my hostel room and there was no way to intimate anyone …
Quarantine diary-i / moments
Things haven’t been easy lately. For reasons unknown, my patience is wearing thin. The patriarchal practices that I let pass usually have me irritated now. REM dreams …