“But, then with a stab of loyalty, she recalled a moment in Paris when they floated on a glassy river just before dawn and swans collected near white glowing reeds. ”

Topic: Fiction | by on Nov 14

My first glimpse of Chennai — the first proper look, not the sprawling landmass at one thousand feet — is a scattering of candy-colored houses, palm trees sprouting from amidst them. For some reason, it’s those palm trees that signal foreignness, how I know I’m actually in Madras1. The airport has changed somewhat. Things seem […]

Topic: Culture | by on Jan 16

Living in the spaces between memory and reality.

Topic: Culture | by on Aug 6

I was never sure what it meant to be a feminist. What I did know is I wanted to be one. As I become more comfortable with myself, I have a spectrum of individuals, my version of feminists, to give me inspiration.

Topic: Culture | by on Oct 9

The remnants of my childhood

Topic: Culture | by on Apr 4

Bordering on the insane.

Topic: Arts | by on Mar 5

A simple solution

Topic: Culture | by on Dec 10