Hey guys! I just thought I had to dedicate one post on this blog to my girls so here it is. I’ve come across a lot of people, boys and girls who say friendship with guys come so much easier cause it takes a lot more effort with the girls. Personally, I never could relate […]Read More “Girl gang”
A trip to attend a friend’s engagement, the first of this kind. It had been a while since we girls had travelled, last one being Pune about a year ago. So the excitement was obvious for this reason and it was also my first time visit to this beautiful place. Having had several Coorgi friends […]Read More Coorg 2018
I didn’t talk to you all day that day. Excited. I was meeting him after a very long time. Shuffling through my rack, I found a pack of colored foam that you’d gifted me to make something for you with. I Picked up a box and neatly lined it with yellow foam from that […]Read More I Shouldn’t Have
So, it’s been a while. Hi guys! This is going to be the most random post. A lot of thoughts has been in and out of my head lately. I’m gonna try and put them down. First about my confusion on a superior power and then about our darkest days. Some of the first things […]Read More Random thoughts: God and Death.
They say the way you start your year is probably how you’ll spend the rest of it, right? I think I read this somewhere. Having counted down to 2017 in a freakin’ bus and not spending the rest of the year in one or travelling, clearly, that’s bull. Anyway, rewind 365. I walked into 2017 […]Read More Rewind 365
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