How femininity forms its own gendered palette.
The dreams our parents have for us often weigh heavy on our fragile shoulders. But this was a caste dream. In our caste, to dream is to defy. To dream …
All one can hope is that, with time, these precious moments don't fade and turn into dust.
A personal poetic piece on experiencing cultural alienation and isolation in the city of dreaming spires.
Almost every memory I have of my father involves books.
Hours after my family and I cheered PM Modi as he railed against Pakistan while addressing the diaspora in Abu Dhabi in 2015, I witnessed borders melt away in the …
An essay on why feminism does not just mean freedom.