Didi and Proud

At 14, I left my life in Dubai for a journey of discovery in India out of my own will. At 16, I headed Make A Difference’s first partnership-based library project in Mangalore. At 18, I became President of Chicago-based Bookwallah’s chapter in Bangalore. At 20, I left home to chart new waters in Mumbai…

Meethi baatein- Life, Brewed #003

On the wee hours of a June date, I exited the airport in triumph. As it turns out, airport officials can be relentless. First, it was the lady behind the check-in counter with whom I pleaded to let me go with my 3 kgs of excess baggage. She pleaded back saying she’d like not to…

Rest, Unrest, and the Rest

I try to sleep but my thoughts run awry and my heart is restless in a songless cry. I write to you but the ink runs out even as words fail to form in this songless bout. I wish I could tell you, I really do try but no words in this language seem to…

The Burden of Positive Body Image

I write this with a heavy heart. I went in today, for my monthly ritual of choice- stripping my skin of it’s fur. As the parlour woman waxed away and I purred in delight, I happened to notice how my thighs now resemble loose bags of cotton. Fluffy and billowy, minus the lightness. … unsexy,…

L’étranger

The skies are velvet wisps of cloud Mirroring the swell of emotion inside me Swirly, intense, Passing.   Who is this person in my body I can’t recognise? Your resilience is gone And the full force of you too.   It coloured your light so vividly.   Strange man in your living room With a…

Comatose

A wonderful thing happened today Green leaves rustled across a pale blue sky A mynah, (or was it a songbird), flitted through the boughs And as I watched from behind prison bars I felt no peace, But I felt alive.   A strange thing happened today The trees stopped rustling and I wondered why This…

give me my childhood back

heartbeat racing fast thud thud fingers go cold heartbeat racing fa- stop to think. it’s over, all over and wiped under the rug like years that make fear a distant memory of a person long forgotten but how can i. forget. i remember it all and it comes back to me like a crashing wave…

Journal For The Day

Pit Pit Pitstop Chug chug chugstop Rock rock bottom Tick tock, tick tock Life goes on like a series of sounds and smells and fears And an overwhelming desire that no call can appease.   Like flickering flames that barely lick an inch of the universe in you until you become just a massive being…

Kerala: A Mini Instagram Series

To the far south of India, you’ll find the coconutty state of Kerala, where nature thrives and so do workers’ unions. From conversations on education to visiting farms and eating at charming diners, my visit took me from city to forest and across vast green lands. I tried to document as less of my visit as…