The minute, duly observed in the honour of the dead. The words that rolled each night to the other side of the bed. What returns to haunt when a door is brutally closed. That mark on her body of a will that is often forced. The opportunity to listen so others can get to speak. The sound of apathy, also the strength in the weak. Continue reading Silence
I was a huge fan of Abhishek Bachchan when I was a kid. A complete Dhoom fan. And his Bluffmaster look…oh damn he looked so hot with that stubble! So I bought the Bluffmaster cassette and tried to sketch one of the posters! And today on his birthday I have tagged him on Instagram on that very sketch! Continue reading Happy Birthday Bluffmaster!
My breasts were fondled Not by a lover, but by a stranger on a bus. I have been rated from 1-10 When I wandered around the city. I have had penises flashed at me Whose owners I know not. I can hold my own on everyday debates. I can hum to my favorite songs. I can express my love for literature. I can dance without any inhibition. … Continue reading I am a Woman – Am I really free?
There once was a time when I was afraid to be on my own. I was scared of the fact that I would have to live alone. Many thoughts were constantly racing through my mind. I was always stressed and worried, crying all the time. How was I going to be able to take care of my two little girls? Would I … Continue reading Be Bold For Change
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