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On Individuation, Families and the East

Often rumination starts with the meaning of existence, existence is tied to the individual and the society. Very intricately, by induction, this brings us to the meaning of freedom. What does freedom mean? What does freedom in "relation" to society... Continue Reading →

Mothers and Daughters

Yesterday, my mother was 19 Frolicking and rebellious streak suppressed inside of her ^not very well^ to showcase to the world what a great conventional she was! Today, I ask her "what were you like as a kid?" and she... Continue Reading →

Memories

Talking about that day was painful. The tears in your eyes, the pain in the setting of your lips, the way you held your arms closed on top of your body as if barely holding yourself together from falling apart.... Continue Reading →

Drunk on You

I am getting used to being drunk on you “a literary recluse” so to say they speak of me this way. I have been drunk on the open book that is you. Words, words, words and more words and it feels... Continue Reading →

Of Love, Long Distance Relationships, Longing and Hope.

Standing on the bus stop today at central silk board with my sister, waiting for our overnight bus to drop her off at her college in Manipal, I saw a young couple of my age hugging. Hugging. Holding each other.... Continue Reading →

The Pied Piper.

There! There it was again. That haunting strain of music making me go to the window time and time again, pulling aside the blinds, trying to find a glimpse of the hand that was strumming the guitar in that addictive... Continue Reading →

Beautiful be damned!

Beautiful be damned! I want to be ugly where no one looks at me twice or maybe do a double take Curves be damned I wanna thrive in rough edges and triangle like hips bones sticking out and not a... Continue Reading →

Stranger Things.

Our hands they went fast and slow here and there, explaining our ridges in the joining of our bodies Our contours, changing with each other. Carving letters into our skin changing our stories in incomplete ways We will never be... Continue Reading →

Wine for Two, Glass for One.

Wine glass in hand, we sat across from each other, far in the corner of the crowded room. Silence prevailed, bitten back words, nails chewed down to stumps, bloody eyes, unshed tears from unsaid words. They screamed at you, my... Continue Reading →

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