Or why punching pillows = bad. You may or may not already know this, but this is something I read today and it felt right to see it validated — that the old way of dealing with anger — of “letting it all out” — doesn’t, as it turns out…

There is something in this huge crazy world that calls to you. A skill, an interest, a talent. An odd thing or two that you can’t stop being curious about. A voice in your quiet moments. People may have told you you’re good at this thing but you dismiss them…

If you feel like you’re stuck because you can’t choose. And it’s painful because you feel stuck. Maybe there’s a lot of things you want to do, or dream of doing. …

These days, I read books more slowly than I used to, and I enjoy them more. A friend had loaned me her copy of Essentialism a few months ago, and I took over a month to get through it. (This slowness was unimaginable to me even till last year, but…

Just kidding, it’s not. I was at a 10-day Vipassana meditation course last month. Calling it a retreat is a stretch because someone literally comes and bangs at your door to wake you up if you’re not out of your room and on your mat by 5 AM. This is not a meditation retreat…

Even though things feel like they’re changing now, being single has long had a bad reputation. I have shared in this silly delusion, delivered through the movies I watched and the books I read as a teenager, promoted by my extended family and by innumerable cultural factors. As a young…

Personal notes on a form of traumatic bonding There’s a ton of really old things Like everyone else, I’d heard so much about Delhi’s history before I moved here. And it’s all true! This place is littered with old monuments. Just rife with the stuff. The Big Ones are indeed breathtaking. There’s nothing like the vast, ancient…

What I’ve learned from my polyamorous experiences in the non-Western world — Navigating nonmonogamy in any culture can be nerve-racking; navigating it in a conservative, non-Western country—as I have for the past two years—is like building a house with no blueprint. When things are going well, I think of myself as an explorer. Brave! Intrepid! Stepping into the unknown with one flower…

Typing this headline has made me question my qualifications to write about the “goodness” and therefore “badness” of men. I am emboldened, however, by years of reading men and listening to men going on about women, calling them simple-minded, vain, cruel, lovely, wise, foolish, made of marble (frigid), made of…