There are two types of destiny. One that happens to us. And one that we make for ourselves.Continue reading“Destiny.”
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Keep calm and protect your friends.
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.”
Just listen.
He asks for “easy shorts”. Not the ones with the pesky button at the belly. Or dapper denim pants from this season of Couture Levis. He wants no nonsense drawstring shorts, with a forgiving waistline because they’re comfortable.Continue reading“Just listen.”
Jerks.
Most people are jerks when they’re young. Flush with the arrogance that being 17 and 20 brings, they often say and do a lot of things they don’t believe deep within their hearts. Now the catch is that they’re privileged enough to not have to know better. They can afford to bully and mock, because they’re never the victims of society. Rich kids tweeting about casteism, when they’ve done zilch to help. Tone deaf Instagram posts to gain social clout. Folded hands and earnest words, thoughts and prayers, thoughts and prayers.
Part of me.
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.”
Live on First Moms Club
Some of my writer buddies and I were live this morning, on the First Moms Club page. Watch us talk about writing, life and how we battle big feelings while stuck at home. Plus lots of giggling. 😂
Grief and the wings of life.
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.”
Melodrama
I once got so filmy. Must have been 12 or 13. I found out one of my school acquaintances had a serious crush on the same person as me. I asked her if it was true. She replied with an eye roll and a smirk.
Days gone by.
I miss waking up in the darkness. Sleeping when I should. I miss the structure of a boring day.
The worst amma in the world.
Today was a parenting win for me. It was 3 pm. Day 32 of sheltering in place.Continue reading“The worst amma in the world.”
