How pop-culture failed us 90s’ kids

"Pyaar toh mein ne kar liya hai maa," says a morose Anjali when her mother questions her about her feelings. Anjali Sharma, the quintessential tomboy, spent a decade loving her best friend Rahul Khanna from college. The best part is, she didn't even see him in the last decade. We all loved watching these movies.... Continue Reading →

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February to February

I believe writing can break you; yet we write the best when we are the most broken. I believe writing can shake you; yet we write the best when we are the most shaken. I believe words can mend broken hearts. I believe words have the ability to drag you from that pit of darkness... Continue Reading →

Of Love and Other Demons

I'm not very certain what love is. I won’t deny that I went looking for its meaning numerous times. I definitely rule out Romeo and Juliet here, for they were stupid, frivolous and if you ask me, they deserved to die. After having read Wuthering Heights countless number of times, I  am now convinced that neither... Continue Reading →

One stop ahead of sexism

Through a blanket of dust, through shattered pieces of glass, a splash of water and a shower of red chillis; the quintessential Tollywood hero makes his entry in the middle of an action sequence, exhibiting his machismo to the goons and, through the screen, to the audience. He beats up the bad guy and his... Continue Reading →

At the Turning of a Road

She woke up around 10 am, took a long shower, smiled at the pleasant Sun outside her window and put on a Sunshine coloured cotton dress, slipped on her white shoes and headed out to pursue her favourite Sunday morning activity. Going to the Shakespeare and Company book store, spending hours contemplating, reading, talking to... Continue Reading →

It is not meant to meet the eyes

I stood at the threshold Watched him be so cold; Gave him valuable advice To not salvage his love for life. In solitude I shed silent tears Telling myself this is not yours, your love is not wise, It's not meant to meet the eyes. But I'm no saint, cried my evil Selfish I was... Continue Reading →

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