On the anxieties of growing up in a traumatic household and the effects it has on one's psyche.
'Life and times run horizontally'.
'Wisteria and roses die. Words get lost in translation. But memories don't.'
A photo essay on loneliness during the pandemic.
My willingness to invest in emotional labour to sustain these relationships bloomed from nothing into everything.
A poem written from a world of darkness, with the will to find oneself again.
On watching the 'Mahabharata' with my teenage boys while dealing with our personal crises in the middle of the pandemic.