-
Online. 







Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

WHAT DOES JUNE SMELL LIKE TO YOU?

-
Image
    This post is two days late because nostalgia is a hard high to get out of.     Do you know what June smells like to me?   It smells like the brown cover on books soaked with Camlin glue. It smells like fresh ink on new labels which soon gets smudged. It smells like the dalcha steaming on the stove in my grandmother's house and like the hot piping poori we’re frying together. It smells sickly sweet, like the aroma of overripe mangoes left overnight on the table. It smells like the burnt wick of the candle I blew out in the evening once the power came back in our house. It smells like petrichor from the scattered summer rains that shook the mango tree in our yard. It smells like sweat, anticipation, and the sweet taste of victory while hiding behind doors during hide and seek.   It smells like shoe polish gleaming on leather shoes, aligned straight near the front door ready for the first day of school. It smells like the steam rising from a freshly i...
Read more

I’m second best in a house that has only one child

-
Image
  Validation is a high you cannot beat. Take it from me. To be seen for what you are and even liked for it. To be wanted for it. Gods. I couldn’t begin to tell you how euphoric that feels. The high of belonging somewhere without having to ask. To be fucking enough to be good. But before we get to the reward, let’s start at the beginning.   When you grow up in a house that has only one child you learn to do it all. Making room. Making space. It all becomes instinct after a while. Cutting corners and cutting off more of yourself to squeeze into places that you don’t belong to. Pacifying, perfecting and playing the part to keep the peace. No ripples, no rocking, nothing to shake the flimsy sense of self-worth that comes with, “Could be better, Can be more.” An almost. A could have been. One that falls short of just enough to never be enough.   So it becomes a performance. An act, if you will. To take on these expectations, to shoulder this responsibility and make a productio...
Read more

FOR A 20-SOMETHING YEAR OLD

-
Image
  Before you begin reading this, are you a 20-something? You know what? It’s fine. Read it anyway. And if it resounds with you, please send it to your other 20-something friends, not because I need the exposure, which I totally do by the way, but because they need to hear this. And they need to hear this from a 3 rd party that does not sound patronising.   Babe. Darling, Meri jaan. My dude. Whoever you are. It’s happening to all of us. It doesn’t matter if you’ve graduated from one of the top colleges in the country or if you’re a product of a shitty college in the city. Every one of us is having a crisis max ultra pro. Sadly, this too comes with regular upgrades of shittiness added by bosses, Mondays, co-workers, parents, family as a whole and in general assholes scattered around the city waiting to fuck your day up. Social media is painting you just a bare-bones picture of what people around you are doing and sometimes, you can't help but compare yourself to that level of a...
Read more