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I read somewhere that it takes three to four generations for a person to be forgotten. Their names lost, their existence erased in its entirety. Memories don’t last forever — even the deepest roots we put down are often pulled out by time. I don’t know who my great-grandparents were or what they looked like. And all I leave behind for my children will be diluted and washed away by my great-grandchildren, who will never know me. That’s just how it works.
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Babe,
This is a promise you made yourself a while back. But the last year has muddied the waters, and you appear to have lost your way. So here’s a reminder (and a loving kick in the butt) to put things in perspective.Continue reading“The bad is the good – a letter to myself.”
More often than not, you’ll see or hear this from someone well intentioned: “At least you’re safe. You have a roof over your head and food on your table. Be thankful and quit complaining.”
What does depression look like?
My WhatsApp folder is filled with endless pictures of Sushant Singh Rajput. His bravery in the face of adversity, his energy, his spirit. Instagram has page after page of real fans, crying about how much he meant to them. How much they saw themselves in him.Continue reading“Part of me.”
The voice said, “She’s dead, Pavi. Your paati is gone.And she’s never coming back.”
My tummy hurt. I was 11, and this was my first brush with death. Continue reading“Grief and the wings of life.”
I miss waking up in the darkness. Sleeping when I should. I miss the structure of a boring day.
Day 29 of sheltering in place.
In muddy colors and broken smiles, love is all around us.Continue reading“Love in the time of..”
To every woman (biological/identifies as) – I dedicate this poem to you. Keeping being loud, assertive and 100% amazing. Remember – you’re a fierce queen, born to rule your little world. Don’t let anyone take your crown away. Ever.
Happy Women’s Day, sisters!Continue reading“The Warrior Song.”
In the thirty-odd years since I blinked into existence, like most women, I’ve struggled with self-love and self-esteem.
“You’re not good enough.”Continue reading“My Valentine”
