An essay about women like my mother, who have spent about half of their lives in kitchens because they had to.
A personal essay on my failed attempt at making a place for myself in both these spaces, and trying to normalise equality at home.
A poem on gender differences in household work.
A poem on how all routine kitchen duties invariably fall into the hands of the women of the house.
Recognising the conditioning that I need to marry to live my best life and make my family proud was a revelatory experience for me.
All we want is mutual understanding, so love us for who we are.
A poem on standing up to bigoted relatives.
On familial tendencies and structures reinforced during the pandemic.
As a child, I was shielded from reality by my parents. But in Kashmir, countless children have been shot dead or blinded by pellet guns in the streets – …