writer. traveller. life unraveller.
“I fucking hate people.” Julia Roberts’ character expresses this sentiment at the start of the recent Netflix blockbuster Leave The World Behind. This made me laugh out loud because I often find myself saying the same thing during my eternal “time of the month.” The thing is that I don’t hate people, not even a... Continue Reading →
It's not supposed to be that way, I thought as I watched a woman lead her elderly father to the airplane toilet. The door bumped opened a bit accidentally because two people in one airplane bathroom is a lot, and I saw skinny white legs, pants bunched around the ankles and the look of... Continue Reading →
Sixteen years ago I walked into this little house in Toronto's Beaches neighbourhood after meeting my mother-in-law to-be for the first time. She frightened me to be completely honest, because she was confident, outspoken, and the mother of the man I loved. I was quiet, shy, and had an ego about as squash-able as a... Continue Reading →
In Hinduism, when a person dies, a year-long mourning period takes effect in which the family does not participate in any celebrations. On the one-year anniversary, Shradda is recognized with a memorial service, in which closure is brought to formal mourning with traditions similar to many other religions: the reading of scriptures and of course,... Continue Reading →
I write to expose my vulnerability in an effort to relieve it. I write because I am furious for the situations I have voluntarily placed myself in and writing is my way of escaping that anger or trying to understand it. I write because I am trying to know myself better or I’m making up... Continue Reading →
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