Because it can cost you your soul First published here. It’s been two years since that night in Kolkata where I couldn’t sleep because of the incessant crying. The pain was too much to bear and I couldn’t even scream. I wasn’t in my home, I was in a guest house and I bore the… Continue reading Why you Should Never Put anyone on a Pedestal ?
The cover story of The Infinity Youth Mag June 2019 It’s been close to a month since Cyclone Fani made landfall in Odisha. Though now we have found other important things to discuss about, thanks to the election results, it is impossible to let the devastation slip out of our minds. Primarily because it arrived… Continue reading Rebuilding Despite Partiality and Neglect – Fani and Hypocrisy Went Together
What a privilege it is to be able to write again for one! A few years ago when my professor at the university said – “Everyone is a poet till the age of 23”, it seemed such a remarkable thing to say. Until it did come true! And how! The last few months have been… Continue reading Privileges of Travelling for a Depressed Mind! Or Not!
“Yaadein mithai ke dabbe ki tarah hoti hain. Ek bar khuli toh kewal ek tukda nahi kha paoge.” It’s been a year since I sat with anxiety, developing a cold feet over the impending trip I had with a bunch of grown-up strangers to a far-off land. A month’s preparation gave way to anxiety and… Continue reading A Year Later…..Opening the Yaadon Ka Meetha Box
When was the last time I sat down to write something for myself? Months ago, probably. Writing is my job and in the past few days, I have typed scores of imaginable, unimaginable words on my laptop and in desktops across the many workplaces I work. This kind of a whore-like career seems so unfathomable… Continue reading Lonesome
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People believe in a lot of things. Things that give them happiness, that let them sleep in peace, succeed in life and move on. People have a lot of faiths. That are stronger than bloodlines. That have led to bloodbaths.
For Rune, faith was always subjective. She was always scared in putting her beliefs in abstract entities. After all, how could an invisible being surrounded by celestial bodies, light years away from her make sure that her pre-boards wouldn’t get fucked? Hence she started resorting to a different kind of faith. One her mother did not understand.
Maa understood it a little bit when she flew to London to study literature. She then understood it a little more when she took up a job as an Assistant Editor. Rune had never understood any other kind of faith. When she scribbled in her black Moleskin and a particularly dazzling paragraph delighted…
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Hear it from someone not out on the roads everyday! “How’s the hangover of the trip?” I can’t possibly give a fitting answer to that question yet. When I was asked to share my experiences of the trip, I did mention that my brain is finding it hard to register what happened because I’m… Continue reading Confessions of a Non-Traveler, as per Popular Opinion
First published here. Even educated professional women could be quite ignorant about the basic facts of sex and how to take precautions before, during and after sex. Sex education is the answer. I remember how my colleagues reacted with utter disbelief when I told them the story of a 14-year-old I saw on a TV… Continue reading How informed are we about Sex and Contraception? Not much!
First published here. “And in that moment of complete submission, I was free, liberated.” I had heard or read this line countless times, always wondering what it really meant! How can one ever attain liberation in submissiveness, in giving in? I had been a submissive person and it landed me in problems. Submissiveness leads to… Continue reading My Liberation from my Past: One Moment of Pure Submission to the Present
First published on Women's Web. Communication is a two-way street. It does not depend on gender or race or even class. Different settings require you to communicate in different ways. And non-verbal communication has always been a part of communicational strategy; all of us have been taught that in schools. I’m surprised to see that… Continue reading Aziz Ansari and the Art of Respectful Communication in Relationships
It’s there. In the middle of conversations, at the end of a funny joke, as the laughter dies a natural death on plum lips. It lies. Strangled to my wiry hair, cobwebbed all over a single pillow. It is stuck to the foam at the end of a beer bottle, lying beside all the others,… Continue reading Gham