Feminism — Back Then

I have been very firm about a few things, stuff like how I am not a feminist and how I do not get the male bashing feminist culture that is taking over the world today. It seems like being a feminist comes with a side of man-hating and I truly do not partake in any of that.

Why I switched from ‘I am important too’ to ‘I am important.’

Okay, before I begin this is not going to be a self-righteous ‘oh my life has turned on its head because of this one decision’, type of a post. This is another musing which can be blamed on the rains.

Mumbai is ME

I am a Mumbai girl, quintessentially, literally and understandably.

This is home and somehow even though I will travel, go to other places, live somewhere else maybe I won’t come back once I leave, but I know one thing, I will never stop comparing the world to Mumbai. I also…

Lovelorn but not lost… Part V

Hey! Morning… Here’s your coffee.

Thank you James. What’s happening? Why are there so many people here today?

Oh looks like someone has forgotten. We are shooting the rain sequence today.

Lovelorn but not lost… Part IV

Adam.

Superstar Adam.

Star kid Adam.

Jackass Adam.

It’s all the same. Kimberly and James tossed on this, even tried rock, paper & scissor, but she lost. Both those times…

Lovelorn but not lost… Part II

She was pacing, she had a mug in her hand probably with coffee that had gone cold. She was wearing her bathroom slippers and her comfort tshirt. She felt at home when she wore these things, plus she did not know what to wear. Her meeting was in 5 hours and she was pacing…

Lovelorn but not lost… Part III

The den, that is what they called the place to brainstorm. It wasn’t a regular place, it was a place where dreams were written, coffee flowed all the time, there was always food to eat and there was just so much colour. Comfy cushions, couches, bean bags and charging…