On Aaron Swartz 

​A man, a genius on January 11, 2013 killed himself. I must have been fourteen, in my own haze, fretting over my board exams due in the coming month. I did not know and did not care. The man was Aaron Swartz. Not knowing of him feels like a big loss. The documentary on his…

Just steps away from college, as I rush to make it in time  Dodging people left, right, and centre  From behind a taxi  Graceful footsteps come into sight  A crisp floral sari elegantly draped around a petite body I look up A generous, knowing smile greets me  She’s caught me checking out her sari  Her…

Independence Day, 2019

This independence day, I woke up to my alarm beeping, turned it off, and put my phone away. It was a holiday, I deserved a day off. A day off from updating myself with all the mishaps in my country being covered with a few stunts of patriotism on the internet. I did my bit…

An open letter to Dr. Gregory House from the show House M.D.

Dr. House,  I heard someone say that you can be exceptional at one thing, or have a life. This brought me back to thinking about you. But you are exceptional and happy. Anybody in your place would succumb but not you; your grit has kept you living and happy amidst the physical pain, and the…

Colourful houses and spotless streets Women in bandhani staring back at me But a myriad pair of eyes still haunt, make me regret All the YouTube videos I cannot forget; I shouldn’t have watched At an instance the little boy from Parzania I saw But I remember the times forgiveness I’ve taught The contentment in…

Dear Huzaifa,  Thinking of you makes me smile, then frown. You confuse me, make me doubt, make me feel out of control and I’m particularly scared of that; so scared. It occurs to me that I met you at the wrong time- straight out of school, naive, cautious about boys, and emotions astray. But you…

I come from an all girls convent school. The values I gained there have been ingrained in me so deeply, they are part of my core belief system. I learnt of love and satisfaction as my priority, to keep God in all I did, and to never wrong a soul. To be as pure, righteous,…

The people I am friends with, not stereotyping, but, they are of a kind. They are the cool kind; the privileged kind. The ‘shoots a snapstory while blowing hookah smoke on the screen’ kind. And I thought I’d be one too. I’d find myself in a hep college in Bandra with hookah parlours in the…

Letters to women I adore #3

Dear Janet, The kind of people I write these appreciative letters to, I’ve discovered, have a type. They’re the introverted type, the quiet ones that silently work their way to something great. But you, you’re the loud, outspoken person I could never see myself growing fond of, but have. When I met you, I was…

Art by Betsy Susan, classmate and friend. My sister and I, we talk about the perfect nose- not too long like mine, nor bulbous like hers. The perfect one that gives symmetry to one’s entire face. The one that he has- the man of Science. My most peculiar memory of the man of Science is…