Pensive Piscean

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

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Soul Juice

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 →

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

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 →

Re-engineering Me

I want. Teflon for my self- esteem, to keep it untarnished from all the grease that gets thrown its way. Superglue to keep my heart together even as it trembles and waits to fall apart. Steel wool to accompany my… Continue Reading →

In my head

I make a mean stew. In my head, that is. I can take a nagging thought, dump it in a cauldron, season it with self-doubt and anger, and simmer it for days and nights. The ladle keeps turning to keep… Continue Reading →

Anatomy of a farewell

The past week has been an overwhelming one. Never had I imagined that a piece written as a form of emotional release would go viral and be read by thousands of people. I’ve received hundreds of letters from strangers in… Continue Reading →

After almost thirty years of living in Dubai, I left. Although the possibility of packing up had been hovering as a ‘someday’, the actual decision felt like an anvil hitting the pit of my stomach. I spent my last month in the city… Continue Reading →

Selfish

Selfish. How is it so easy to throw a word and walk away. Like a grenade you leave it to explode within me -an adjective, an accusation, a perhaps truth. All these years I’ve wrung myself out for you, held… Continue Reading →

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