A feminist who writes not much about feminism. Sorta very emotional. Wouldn't run a marathon, but could settle with a book and a cup of coffee.
Hey guys! It has been a ridiculously long time since I’ve posted, and I wanted to do something special this time. I posted a photo essay about Camp, Pune, based on a very special journey that I had. Below is the introduction to the essay. Introduction Art is a stunningly beautiful language. It is a … More About My Photo Essay
Enthusiastic feet pattered down MG Road, trying to piece together the mosaic of the sheer vibrancy of the Camp region of Pune. The late morning traffic moved slowly, two-wheelers snaking their way through, some successful and others not so. The busy road was lined with small, squat and colorful shops of antiquity. The pattering footsteps … More Catching Camp: A Photo Essay
light breeze, peaceful plays gracefully light blues, pinks sublime smooth waves of freshness, lavender hues waft through open windows of the soul giving comfort serenity
A modicum of doubtA modicum of worryMight just pull youInto a rather thick curry Of thoughts and regretsOf things already doneOr too much planningFor the things yet to come Lost, lostIn a tumultuous worldTossed aroundCan’t be brought back in a whirl But, tell me dear friendFor surely as doubt can turn into poisonous rainCan’t a … More Be Kind to Your Mind
“Run!” she cried. “Run!” Gunshots. She woke up in a cold sweat, shivering. “Hey honey.” “Hey dad.” “You look tired.” “Yeah. I had a nightmare again.” “The same one?” “Yeah.” She trembled involuntarily. “Where’s mom?” “Still sleeping. So is your brother.” She looked out the window. The sky was a lovely mauve, the lavender of … More This color of skin
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I randomly walk around the kitchen, bugging my mom to let me see and smell what she is cooking. After much coaxing, she finally lifts the plate covering the kadhai, and the aroma of freshly cooked paneer bhurji hits my nostrils and floods me with memories of my younger years. How…
Originally posted on Plus and Minus:
Feminism is a term that refers to the equality of the sexes. Over the years, it’s acquired different connotations, negative and positive. It’s very easy to laugh off the radicality of 21st century feminism. It’s difficult to face the harsh realities that both men and women have to face,…
Originally posted on Plus and Minus:
Society consists of a crude and relative homogeneity of some interesting ideals: some designed to protect, and others designed to encroach. Read into that what you will.? One of these societal ideals is the argument about decency. The standard of decency is widely agreed upon, traditionally. There are standards…
drowning. drowning in a pool infested by thoughts. swishing, pulling, fish-like. colorful. blinding. stop. What am I? i am everything that i am made of. no, not just the body that ever-beating heart the never stopping mind. i am everything that i have experienced. i am everything that i own. i am my virtues, i … More drowning.
I am in a beautiful mood right now. I had some lovely pasta and I discovered a new song, something that I don’t do very often, and when I do, it’s generally not to my taste. However, this time, I seem to have hit the jackpot! This fabulous song is ‘joyride’ by Mysie. Ah! I … More Pasta la vista, baby!
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