I do not need to fit into different moulds for other’s approval because I have discovered that my sense of belonging lies in my self- acceptance.
The Eiffel Tower blinks dumb golden tonight— Microwave beeps, again Seeking attention. When I think of mistakes Recent, others worn out in the playground of stronger boys Who picked …
Is immigration for study or work or just life a rebirth of sorts?
How living in pseudo-identities helped me figure out how they’re just a social construct and figuratively don’t matter.
On going back to Kolkata for a one-month internship and understanding that we belong in the moments of love.