I always thought I’d be the last one to “settle down” (like chaas in a Gujarati thaali) amongst my friends. While almost all of my girlfriends had, had a sit down discussion about this with their folks. Mine always joked about how they would never “give me away.” Dad, mostly. Mom started entertaining proposals the […]Read More When my parents asked me if they can start “looking.”
Imagine a basket of shiny grapes, go ahead and pick out the sour ones by plain sight. **** I was 7. Cycling with a friend on the street where I lived. “Heyyy, sexy. Get in, will you?” You said cruising past me repeatedly in your yellow Alto. Sexy. I was 7. “What does sexy mean, […]Read More Not All Men.
It was two weeks to go before I moved back home, and it was the first of many times that I felt this. “Discomfort.” “I won’t be in touch with you, once you’re gone.” You’d say and flash that smile that took away all the hurt from that sentence. That one sentence that killed me […]Read More Love is not always enough-II (Discomfort)
Dear grey-haired uncle, Remember me? Of course, you do. I saw the fear on your face when you saw me yesterday. You still remember me as that little girl in the 7th grade, don’t you? An age from which I remember nothing, I remember you. “No, ma. I won’t go to that man’s house I […]Read More Dear Grey-haired uncle.
Don’t call them fat We’ve heard them say But the thin ones, Aren’t let away. ‘Skinny bitches’, One of many names. Our character decided, By our body frames. Boys like curves, Go eat some more. We’re forced to eat, Till our stomach’s sore. Don’t wear that dress, Cover up those bones. A childhood spent, In […]Read More Body Shaming
Straps. Shush, my girl, It’s an open trap. Your modesty is, Hanging by a strap. Tuck it away, They shouldn’t know. You wear one, But it cannot show. Don’t say the word, It’s not allowed, They’ll shame you now, And call you flawed. They’ve forgotten Where it all began The woman came, From the side […]Read More Straps.
Some time on hand, Do you have to spare? All you need to do, Is show up with Care. Millions of children, Didn’t have it like you. But you can make a difference, In the lives of a few. The gratitude is, Oh, so rewarding. It’s time you tried it, The clock is ticking. That […]Read More Time.
Click. Ever travelled without a camera? Phones, Cybershots and now DSLRs. Click click Clicking the same picture, that 100s of people before you, did for sure. The same angle. We all want it. The same lighting. We all need it. If you return home without a picture, Did it really happen, Sir? He, who has […]Read More Click click clicking
A 3 day weekend was fast approaching and what better way to spend it than hitting the beach. Too bad, we were a little too late to confirm our tickets for 5. A little convincing later we had four sleepers to share amongst five for an 8 hour long journey, Ahmedabad to Diu. I’d say, […]Read More Travel – Diu
Somewhere whilst growing up, our faces blurred out. Our personalities lost within, our sharpened bodies. Nurse brings in the new born. “What was your first born?” She asks the mother. “A boy.” The mother replies. “Congrats! your family is now complete.” She says, handing over a baby girl. The mother smiles unaware of this social […]Read More Blurred Faces.