The death of Bidhan Nagar

My mother had hit puberty when she lost her mother. And, soon after she had her first child (me), she was to lose her side of the family – albeit figuratively. “What good is family if it is never there for you? When you cut the ties and have no one to call your own, it is then that the whole world engulfs you as their own.” Mother often takes refuge in this thought. It was then, when she walked out of her father’s house with an invisible middle finger hoisted high, that Chandni took her in.

On loss, friendship, and her

Does time heal anything at all? Three months after we ­­­parted ways — ­a hasty yet quite the calculated move on my part —  I felt that I had lost the license to officially grieve you.

Heart Walkers

As far as absurd concepts go, taking your heart out for a walk might sound like one, but isn’t. It’s like walking your dog. Or yourself. As you prefer.

Stick to the basics, really.
Feel the wind brush over.

Stare at the birds and bees. Not THAT kind of birds and bees.

Boob Inspectors

Showing your boobs to your friends.

Voluntarily.

Without any hesitation.

Or shame.

With a perfectly sane mind.

The Kaapi Revelation

I had stumbled across ‘kaapi’ on an Instagram post and I remember ignorantly smiling at the way the user had tried to capture the mispronounced word. That started a trend of me noticing how people pronounce the word, starting from my college peers to restaurant waiters.

Bucket List

The list of my life till death do us part