April 2017

How much do you love me?

“How much do you love me?” she often used to ask me.   The question always stumped me, even more than “Am I looking fat in this dress?” or “What

भारत की हत्या

“कभी कभी लगता है… लगता है कि वो है ही नहीं।” “देखो उसके घर देर है अंधेर नहीं।” “हुह!!” एक महीने पहले बापू “हुह!!” को अपना आखरी शब्द बनाकर दिल्ली

Am I a slut?

“Am I a slut?” I often ask myself. When my friends used to narrate the incidents of their month’s old relationships, I used to judge them. “How can they have

An open letter to my four-year-old kid

Dear kiddo,   I have never been good with words but you have forced me to write this. I am in a park, watching you play with a football, all

Stand up

Sitting on the last bench, he had just cracked a brand new joke that made the kids around him laugh, when his class teacher, noticing the noise, decided to act.


I am not a very focused person, nor self-assured. My thoughts, my imagination tends to run away every day, at every point. I can never urge my mind to believe

Letter to my love

Dear Love,   I know you don’t like it when I talk about my ex. But I am going to do it anyway. And I know that you will forgive

An ode to women’s bodies

We are the creators, the nurturers, and the destroyers. We are uncontainable, untamable, and unbreakable. We are the beautiful, the ugly, the gracious, the ferocious, and everything in between and

Don’t call yourself an artist

Let me get this straight. Don’t call yourself an artist. Because the day you start calling yourself one, you’ll become like me. Selfish, egocentric and intimidating.   1. You won’t

Broken Wings

They told me That depression hits you In the dark hours of night During the ticking of clock, And hooting of owls; But it hits me When I’m smiling ear

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