Identity is thick with social contructs. What does it mean for someone whose struggle with identity was defined even before birth? Is there a resolution?
Go forth and bring peace to the world they told us Yours are the voices Your hearts will set things straight (as if in its crookedness we are falling off the planet, us unsung heroines)
A two part letter to my teenage son who lives several countries away from me. A meaningful look into a grieving mother’s heart for her child that’s growing up and away from her.
A two part letter to my teenage son who lives several countries away from me. A meaningful look into a grieving mother’s heart for her child that’s growing up and away from her.
Growing up with a stupendous cook for a grandmother whose preservatives leant themselves to mini mouth orgies – sweet, sour, explosive, eye watering, fantastic.
Big butts are a thing these days. A decade ago Jennifer Lopez made that abundantly desirable and recently Nicki Minaj sang to the world that Sir Mix-a-lot was not lying, packing much back, like Kim Kardashian, is attractive.
God is contentious. Believers, atheists, agnostics and all the in betweeners– every person somehow is in a relationship with God. Every type of idea towards God, is in fact a relationship with God.
Why driving in the fastest lane in the gazillion lane highway cutting through Dubai is a death wish and why the city’s streets are no place for fastidious fools.
Living a decade in Iceland changed me in ways in which I am conscious and not yet conscious of as yet. What did it mean to live so long so far away from the rest of the world?