The author’s take on womanhood and its subjective definitions, inspired by an anecdote narrated by her mother.
Personal
‘Don’t Call Me a Hindu’
An essay on a recent dinner-table conversation I had with my family, and why I feel further and further away from my religion than ever before.
Too Much Space
A poem on how the author has struggled to take up space and curled herself into a ball, due to her eating disorders, and the uncurling thereafter.
No More Labels: Breaking the Cycle of Trauma
The need to set oneself free of societal labels and expectations.
Rashol: Where Gods Still Visit Men
An essay on joining the festivities in Parvati Valley's Rashol with the hope of getting a glimpse of a 'devata'.
Of Coffee and Cricket
An essay on the plethora of emotions that the author experiences each time she goes to her grandparents' home in Chennai.
Hope Is a Flower That Blooms
An essay about living through these times and coping with them.