I for Inventory. Intimacy.

One morning, I held a hot cup of tea in my hands after cutting 15 green chilies lengthwise. When the heat pulsating inwards began pouring outside, I couldn’t tell what was feeding what. When someone who doesn’t want to laugh, laughs — I look for the line of anger on their face that suddenly hides.Continue reading “I for Inventory. Intimacy.”

My heart just pulled a Rowdy Baby

If there’s anything better than writing for Agents of Ishq, it is writing for Agents of Ishq about Dhanush ❤️ In the middle of it all, to hold the ends of your lungi and swing your body this way and that – and just doing what you came here to do is a lesson IContinue reading “My heart just pulled a Rowdy Baby”

Over and out

It is difficult to admit to yourself when you fall out of love. There aren’t signs nor symbols to tell you when you do, unlike when you are in love where every tear drop is out of feeling lucky and blessed, every smile is a play of memory and desire and every morning is aContinue reading “Over and out”

Nothing here

I gruelingly remember my undergraduate years at Jain College. Blow after blow, bully after bully, fight after fight.  A lot of my time was invested in either escaping said bullies or trying to confront them in my head, making speeches. I made terrible friends, wasted all my time in a college that was as aimlessContinue reading “Nothing here”