Pensive Piscean

Come swim in my ocean, amidst pearls and seaweed and resist the urge to drown

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Teach her 

Teach her to stare at her reflection so hard till skin and bones melt off and all that remains is her quiet soul glittering like a sequinned Milky Way. Teach her it’s okay to say ‘Fuck’ and ‘Pussy’ and that… Continue Reading →

A death in the Gunj

Konkona Sen Sharma’s directorial debut is as expected- a film that progresses slowly with little plot and music (save for two renditions of Aud Lang Syne and two folk songs) and somehow still manages to stay with you like an… Continue Reading →

Acetone

I remember that warm afternoon We sifted through books and tapes Trying to decide which ones to keep Suddenly you were beside me Resting your head upon my shoulder Breath condensing against skin Ignoring the intention, I hummed on You… Continue Reading →

Boom

Suppose my head exploded What would you see Hidden amidst the smithereens of pink, pulpy flesh A frozen frame of the last dream My last coherent thought at the edge of a smoking gun Broken lobes, blood and fat Is… Continue Reading →

metoo, methree, meinfinitiy

I’m struggling to understand the shock expressed at the magnitude of the #metoo affirmations. This revelation was made to me when I was fifteen, at a slumber party with eight or nine other girls. When we were exhausted from indulging… Continue Reading →

Spread your Legs

Spread your legs. She’s three. Her mother gives her a bath and dries her, parts the precious folds between her thighs and wipes them gently. Spread your legs. She’s sixteen, curled uncomfortably

Kaleidoscopic Me

I’ve been freelance writing for a bunch of publications and one of them asked me for a good picture of myself. Digging through my phone and other albums, the sad realization dawned- In the past five years I haven’t managed… Continue Reading →

A feminist walks into a dance bar…

The red neon light flickered boldly with the sign “Indian Dance Bar”. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity I stepped in and was greeted by pitch black walls that seemed to create an odd cavernous atmosphere, a massive television… Continue Reading →

Stay

I hide behind these moss-eaten walls. My fort protects me, hemming me in tightly with nothing but the sound of waves crashing stubbornly against gigantic boulders. Although I miss the welcoming warmth of the sun in the air and on… Continue Reading →

Meme-sahib: Why we need to re-examine modern humor

Memes. Isn’t it a wonderful world we live in , with constant innovation and evolution in practically every sphere including humor. I remember a time when I’d pick up little joke books or skim through Readers’ Digests for funny anecdotes…. Continue Reading →

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