In the first year of undergraduate school, unable to conjure the words for “homesick” and “lonely” in an unfamiliar city, I wrote ever so often about three cups of...
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The Normandy Stretch

Sit on the porch, Normandy moors Stretch, dream of dried flowers with no fragrance, did they ever...

Season 6: A Pesky Peaky Compromise?

Disclaimer: Contains major spoilers for Season 6 of Peaky Blinders “It means you f*** people. F***...

An Existential Guide to Risks and Relationships

Growing up, I would go into construction sites and pretend they were haunted or...

Dilli Meri Jaan

‘bhaiya, ek coke aur ek camel light’.

On The Pursuit of a Room of One’s Own

“Woolf is right. Women need a room. Women need floors to kick, walls to beat, air to scream into or they will wind up dead.”

Walking

“Is the neck of my top too low, are my breasts moving a lot, is there a bike ready to knock me down, are the neighbours noticing me too much?"