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 […]

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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 […]

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Click click clicking

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 […]

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Travel – Diu

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, […]

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Blurred Faces.

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 […]

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Love is not always enough.

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 […]

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That Place.

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 […]

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Dear 16-year-old Me.

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 […]

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I see myself in Her.

“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 […]

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