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.
I distinctly remember that day. A rush of adrenaline gave me the courage to do something I had never seen myself doing, ever. My ego most often ruled over me. With a virgin mojito each. You and I sat looking through pictures, at our ‘adda'(place). I can’t remember what we spoke about because my mind […]Read More Love is not always enough.
If your trip to Gujarat is short you should either make it to little rann of Kutch or the white rann. I could only make it to the Little rann and it was a trip to remember! We were travelling from Ahmedabad which is in the same state, so it was about 5 hours away […]Read More Travel – Little Rann of Kutch
That Place. Everyone has a place that’s close to them on an intimate level. Some sort of go-to place. Knowingly or unknowingly we keep finding ourselves back there, in that place. To some, this may be their Happy place. Mine is more like a place where my mind turns blank. I’ve experienced a rush of […]Read More That Place.