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.
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.
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.
Dear Me at 16, Mom freaked out on seeing that neighbor boy talk to you. Later that day, Dad freaked out too (How could you have a male friend? OMG). They eventually accept that you have friends who are boys. It takes them two years but they’re cool, now. Dad offers beer to my guy […]Read More Dear 16-year-old Me.
“Aunty, the ball fell in your garden.” This girl said, knocking on my gate this evening. I had gone outdoors with a mug of tea and a book to read. But their game had gotten interesting and soon enough, I was engrossed. I saw so much of myself in her. I was this little girl […]Read More I see myself in Her.
Never before did she take off on a road trip on her own. Afraid of losing her way and of the highway. Riding just a little above economy was enough to give her butterflies. Here She is now, off on her bike all alone. Hits the highway at 100 and does not feel a thing. […]Read More Grown up or Gone numb?