A letter to my ten year old self

Hey kid, You don’t know me yet, but you will, some years later. You and I, we are the same person, with a few changes. I have so many things to tell you. I wish I could tell you all of this in person, but, that will probably scare the crap out of you, and…

An unexpected treasure

It has been a long and tiring day. I drag myself up the two floors to my one bedroom room house in Police Quarters. I hate going up and down these narrow stairs, stained with paan. But, I know that I’m lucky to have a roof over my head. For the first two years after…

I hate…

  As I hang on to a rod in the over-crowded Ladies Second Class compartment, I realise that I have turned into a ball of hate. I hate.... the crowd. All these people packed like sardines in a tin. I hate.... the fact that my nose is stuck in someone’s stinky arm-pit. I hate.... that…

The point of no return

  2 pm, Location: A popular gym in Bandra, during Women's hour. The walls of the gym resonated with raucous laughter. Women chatted loudly, as they huffed and puffed their weight off. They took selfies, exchanged recipes and gossiped about the trainers. All except one woman, who walked steadily on the treadmill, without making eye…