I find myself frequently wondering how we can ever break this cycle of trauma and hurt passed from generation to generation.
Growing up as a woman in India.
My interaction with school girls in Alwar about sanitary pads, menstrual cups and taboos associated with periods in India.
You simply don't know how to take up space – not because you're incapable or undeserving of it, but because sometimes you forget that you're allowed to.
Absorbing the possibility that I am condoling the breakdown of 'my' life helps me cope with death.
What a wedding in the house taught me about fabrics.
It's when you have no choice but to choose yourself that you finally give up on your cherished relationship.