“As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.” – Virginia Woolf When I was a teenager my dream...
Jhumpa Lahiri is an impossible beauty. I started reading her again during lockdown remembering The Namesake and The Lowland. I take pictures of female writers like...
Women novelists or rather women who write know about pain as subject matter. Pain. Nobody knows about pain or the memory of pain or that temporary...
The passionate outsider is people. Male people, female people, the displaced, dispossessed who live within the boundaries and structures of psychological extremes. In a broken world...
A woman who has been abused has deep trust issues. She either hates men, or becomes promiscuous in her sexual lifestyle. She realises that she wants...
There is a global village in the glass of milk that stares me down. Knocks me off my feet. I even find the technology of the...
You’re the star signs of a fortunate man in realms. I won’t fly into you again. You won’t come around like clockwork on a Sunday evening....
So much pain as the leaves fall and gravity is a symphony. I am a million different people from the one day to the next falling,...
There is a struggle we are facing in our democracy. The name of the game is the social construct and economic framework of corruption. It is...
I called this imperfections. I think of my wise father. I think of my struggle with depression as a blank slate. I am strong but I...
