Oh My Monday! Okay, we all agree that Mondays are difficult. And in my last therapy session, I actually made a self-deprecating joke on how I am jumpy on all Mondays. But jokes apart, today is Monday and I could not even dare to log in to work, even from the comforts of my home. Weird! Isn’t it? Isn’t this Monday blues, Monday Motivation etc, … Continue reading Monday blues or distress calls? Go ahead and take that leave!
As a part of my job, that is writing, I imagine a lot. Today, I would like you to imagine- life of a kid, not very old, about 5-7 years only. What do they do? Well, they just exist. Everything else is done by their parents. From making sure they eat on time to take care of what they wear and also who they meet … Continue reading Indian Matchmaking: Oh no, did we forget something? Oh yes, growing up!
For years visiting home during summer and winter breaks seemed to be a lot of tasks. Reason? My parents’ dependency on me for getting their stuff fixed. The demands varied from setting up online banking to sending out bulk emails. Every time I visited them, I had to teach them from scratch and yet during the next visit, I would find out that they have … Continue reading Parenting your parents: What did you teach them today?
SPOILER ALERT!! For some reason, while writing this one, I am reminded of a dialogue from the Hindi movie Tanu Weds Manu: “Bhaiya, kya hai na, jo aadmi hota hai wo marne ke baad bhoot banta hai lekin jo aurat hoti hai wo chudail ki chudail hi rahti hai.” (A man turns into a ghost after death but a woman is always a witch, dead … Continue reading Bulbbul: Narrating Indian misogyny through an old folklore
She was born & cursed, insulted restricted, abused and, exploited but she thrived coz she was created with a piggybank of courage Every time she sees her mother smile while weeping in her sorrows Every time she is able to drive away the bullies inside and outsside Every time she turns a deaf ear to all the taunts and doubts Every time she lends her … Continue reading Piggybank of courage
“Hi! Recognize me, eh? I’m your one and only point of contact in the matters of the heart. I am the oldest and most authentic Cupid and I have no branches. And today, with much regret, sorrow, nostalgia, and anger, I would like to resign from the job. Why? Because my position has been made redundant, by intelligence- both human and artificial. People think they … Continue reading Short Story: Stupid Cupid
(Trigger Warning: Suicide) It’s a lovely morning in Bangalore. I grab a cup of coffee and climb the stairs to reach the terrace. My eyes are focused on the sky. The sky is perfect blue with gray clouds trying to cover it but blown away by strong winds. While I am enjoying this game of hide and seek, I see another woman, beside me, near … Continue reading A conversation with my younger self
Hey there, I know how terrible it feels to be a part of this world right now. On one side, there’s nature creating havoc while on the other there’s in-numerous instances of human cruelty. If you happen to reside in India, you have been in this situation for a long time now. Every time you pick up a newspaper or a news app, there are … Continue reading A letter to those too disturbed to read news
This is an old story I wrote for some short story competition. For some reasons unknown, I find it easy to read and soothing for the soul. Hope you’ll would like it too. “Can’t you see I am trying to shoo you away?” my voice is stern this time. But it’s funny how animals sometimes love you more than you deserve. Assuming me to be … Continue reading White Nights
Dear voice in my head Ever since I learned languages, I taught you how to put forward your opinions and take a stand. When I was a kid, I reflected you like a mirror. People used to laugh at you but adore me. When I grew up, my parents and teachers conspired against you and convinced me somehow to listen to you selectively. I confess … Continue reading Dear Voice in My Head
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