Talking about body issues, feminism, and the feelings I feel.
No one talks of the love you lose on a daily basis.
I think often of a particular morning in Landour. My senses remember each detail to this day. The comfort and warmth of the…
Our shared laughter — can you not hear iton the waves anymore?
In blooming seasons,your butterfly kisses — I sprung alive.
This is how it is.
I stop myself from gushing about Kafka and other writers whom I 100% love more…