Travel. Stories. Poetry.
We running after modernity in the disguise of development is what is taking us away from villages and self-reliance. Our villages today are protesting for almost everything like water, minimum price on crop and livelihood.
Behold, only two kinds of moments exist in this worldOne, I can control. Other, I cannot.Working on things I can control, Praying for things I cannot.Simple right! Then why get sad? mad? irritated? frustrated? Beloved Stress,You became a habit.You have been with me forever.You made me feel like I cannot live without you.But only when... Continue Reading →
No, I am not talking about the song by One Direction, although I absolutely love it. I am talking about what makes you beautiful amidst the ridiculous societal beauty standards of shape, size, and color. There is often a mirage of societal validation around the concept of beauty. You are used to feeling beautiful only... Continue Reading →
Me narrating the story - Of a girl who tightly held the hand of her abuser not letting him escape. Of a girl who wanted to humiliate him and teach him a lesson. Of a girl who hesitated and thought it was shameful to be a victim and it was somehow her own mistake. Of... Continue Reading →
TO THE MAN who had the audacity to pull up a chair, sit infront of me and tell me my dress is unruly and disgusting - with all due respect to your age, Can you stop polluting the air with your sound waves? ⚠️ While adoring my Indian-ness through pretty clothing for the last 2 weeks at... Continue Reading →
