Now Forgive Me

The curse of normalcy. I take a rickshaw to the same school, the same classroom every week. The bell rings at the same time. I walk out the gates by 2pm and I fall asleep in the same bed, to the same distant sound of…

13 February, 2016

Hints of Silver

My mother has always had a chest full of rings. Beautiful gold, white gold, rose gold and silver. I was the toddler who had small little gold rings on her tiny fingers. I also had a simple gold bracelet around my wrist for years. It…

08 February, 2016

Permanent

When a needle drags upon our skin and bleeds ink, it’s a tattoo. When I showed up at the Mumbai Airport, there was some sort of eye contact and mutual understanding I made with the promise of what was ahead. There still isn’t a name…

07 December, 2015

The Motherland of Whiplash

Whiplash is defined as, “injury caused by a severe jerk to the head, typically in a car accident.” Keyword: severe Synonym: India I am convinced that India is the motherland of whiplash and I’ll place a bet that there isn’t a single brace out there…

16 October, 2015

The Bigger Picture

I’ve always been a victim to “the bigger picture.” I was going to start this off with, “I’ve always been a victim to the thought of the bigger picture” but it’s not just a thought. It’s a reality. It’s the now. It’s the tomorrow. It’s…

26 August, 2015