April 14th, 07:20 pm What happens to historical events when they’re erased from history? What does that do to the collective psyche? …

March 31st, 2:38 pm Going to be almost twenty days into quarantine. Life’s begun feeling like its mostly normal. India’s official number of cases remain around 1250 which is highly unbelievable for a country as densely populated as this. Nobody knows what the future holds. Every incident in the country…

March 21st, 1:04 pm So, I had a meltdown last night. All my insecurities and fears I thought I had buried down deep, veiled behind meditation, conscious breath yoga, disconnecting from the endless news cycle, limiting social interaction to a few hours a day, learning how to demarcate between my…

In March 2020, I began writing a Quarantine Journal. A year later, I’ve decided to post excerpts from it. March 18th, 12:30 am I don’t know what’s happening. We’re in the middle of a pandemic. Just when I was convinced shit couldn’t get wilder, it did. And, I suppose that’s…

So, the pandemic is on and for people who’ve managed to stay abreast with the fact that India’s been on literal fire since last year sometime would be aware of the spate of hate crimes, increased violence, lynching and a general disregard for anybody that doesn’t have the last surname…

Watching Boiler Room sets long enough to pretend that I don’t live in Bombay Downloading and using trial versions of paid apps Obsessively cleaning any surfaces that reflect light Logging onto Pornhub more out of technical interest than any sexual interest Taking walks around the neighbourhood to run imaginary errands Fruitlessly stalking my ex on social media while being aware that he’s blocked me on all platforms

Basic ass bitch in Adidas with a latent STD and a gym membership. Magnetic Fields attending bro-dude who’s actually in audit but DJ’s on Fridays at the local bar because he still stays at home and saved enough money to buy a turntable. Also dates women who still wear white…

Muslim women don’t make love Garters don’t hug our thighs Suggestions under our hijabs I like to get my pussy licked a lot but nobody seems to lick it right I tell you how your tongue should move Circular, soft like slow motion autumn leaves turning tricks on the tarmac My mother taught me to hug frail boys when they sleep My body turns itself inside out, I hug myself and I dare let my thumb rest against your crown

What I Learnt Today your body is the most accurate measure of how you feel. listen to it. monogamy is a social construct. guilt is a strong aphrodisiac. people don’t care about each other as much as they care about airbrushed bodies of famous women. if you knew what you were doing with your life, you might be bored. hugs are sexy and terrifying at the same time. if you want to fall in love, try by starting with yourself.