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Pseudo Feminism & More

I was invited to a party at an official acquaintance’s home. Parties always get me all excited. The idea to dress up and look pretty is such a girlie thing.   So…

Aparna Sen

Aparna Sen remains an extended crush since childhood. It is an unending fascination for the woman she is and her contribution to the Bengal film industry. I used to cut and glue…

Who Cares?

“Who cares?”, said very few women. We are trained since puberty to care. Our self-esteem is based on how we are perceived as “women” in a society that is staring at us…

The Material, Monumental Matriarch of Pop

Happy Birthday Madonna. The Queen of Pop, the “Material Girl”, ruled the stage for decades with her iconic conical bras, French frocks, thigh high boots and red lips that never feared to…

Happy Birthday, Frida Kahlo

You Live In The Soul Of Every Woman. Dear Diego, As I celebrate my birthday today, I acknowledge the consciousness of your presence in my life. The innate vision that was able…

Eyes Open, Mouth Shut

Eyes are the mirror to your soul. With India steadily increasing in an upward curve of COVID-19 death rates, more masked men and women are going about their business (including many who…

The Cursed Widows of India

She stood bent over her years. Long hair, large eyes,and lips that constantly sang her every-morning hymn for Krishna. Her prayers to the lord were to pass her over to the other…

My Baba

You can listen to the podcast version of this article by clicking the green play button below. Those who prefer to read, please read on! He is the feisty activist sort you…

क्यों आयी हो महामारी? – A Poem by Ashwani Acharya

एक दिहाड़ी पर काम करने वाली मजदूर औरत की कहानी, उसकी ज़ुबानी, जो अभी के हालात समझ नहींपा रही है। जिसकी ज़िन्दगी वैसे ही जुझारू और किस तरह से लॉकडॉउन की वजह…

The Goddess Wears White, The Devil Wears Black

I watched her shameful bosom silently heave a heavy sigh, as she heard and cringed when friends told her “this colour won’t suit you. It’s not for your skin tone”. She knew…

Norma Jeane Mortenson

“Dogs never bite me. Just humans”– Marilyn Monroe Hugh Hefner launched his ground-breaking first edition of Playboy magazine that sold millions of copies with the famous cover shot of a nude Marilyn…

Remembering Manto

To remember Manto is to remind oneself of an era in black & white. The stories by the man/writer/activist who wrote against hypocrisy that society is surrounded in. Even today his writings…

The Hands to Empower

Pavitra Muddaya of Vimor has worked tirelessly in the world of crafts since the last 40 years. Her saris were worn by the Late Prime Minister Indira Gandhi and her designs are…

Teen Choto Chamooch (Migrant Stories #1)

This is the first article in a series about the untold stories of displaced immigrants & migrants. Sobha Das was waiting for days and nights for his return. After the storm broke…

The Maestro, The Man, and the Woman Unsung

What might Ma Annapurna Devi have written to Pandit Ravishankarji on his birthday, if she could? ❧ Dear Panditji, Wishing you a very happy birthday today. On 7th April 1920, you were…

Crossing the Lakshman Rekha

I have the privilege to be able to love this lockdown; it’s come at such a cost for so many. I do occasionally miss my cafe and the staff who know my…

My Meraki Moment

A quick update this time rather than a blog post! I did the script and voiceover for a video as part of a campaign for the brilliant clothing brand The Meraki World.…

Morocco & More

Crossing over the Atlantic Ocean and into the lap of the Atlas mountain range lies the magical land of Morocco. As the flight touched the runway, my mind was running amok with…

Iruway Should Be On the Runway

Grass is always greener on the other side and in some cases, it is greener and dreamier by your side. The majestic Devarayanadurga Mountains were looming ahead as I navigated my way…

The Desire to Design by Varastraa

Beyond the unspoken and spoken words lie thoughts. Those thoughts are also dreams that sometimes urge us to translate that fluidity into a form also called reality. When we realize those inner…

When Will Women Get to Live Inside “Civilization”?

Again, yes, all over again the entitlement towards gratification and validation (which we call “patriarchy”, for short) raised its ugly head in Hyderabad, as they found the charred remains of 26 year…

Indira Gandhi Collection

Women world over struggle to wear the lipstick and not let the mascara run. The recognition of women being multitasking human beings is known in every society. Yet the power rules continue…

Vermilion All Blue In The Twilight Hour

She gently nudged him, as she whispered into his ears, letting her warm breath engulf him. He shuddered as he turned around to catch her black kohl eyes and smudged sindoor on…

Sandstone Jewellery

Song Of The Sandstone Beautifully Balanced On My Heart

Amidst the crowd of buyers and artisans at The Hundred Hands event that’s held in Bangalore, one is flooded with Indian art at its best. In all of that, you can’t miss…

My First Teacher

Subconsciously She Teaches And We Learn

My first teacher ever Who was your first teacher? Was it the kindergarten teacher who held your hand and walked you into a class full of little strangers as you gave the…

Zardosi Art

The Art Of Zardosi

As I navigated my way through the gully of Lucknow, I knew I was walking through a slice of Mughal history. The artisans, the chaste polite Urdu Zubaan, the Chikankari and the…

Sexy In Sequins

It was a hot summer noon in Delhi and we decided to meet over coffee. As I walked into the crowded snaky lane of Shahpur Jat, I recalled the little unknown spot…

Dotty About The Dot Design

It’s the summer noon and the mood is frisky. I look out into the bright sun. The summer wardrobe special is always the whites, pastels and the one polka dot dress. It…

Ladybugs Or Ladybirds Aren’t Ladies Afterall

Ladybird beetle is no lady after all. She stinks and stings. It has the reputation of being a harlot or a mistress in old English parlance. The ladybug beetle consumes insects. And…

Cross Stitch Crossed Over

Every time I visit home which still remains Delhi because as the adage goes – once a Delhi girl always one. I never miss visiting Bahri Sons, my favourite book shop at…

Amruta Dongray’s Abundance Of Amrud

I was navigating my path ahead with trepidation. I knew all along nothing about this relationship was okay. It was a narcissistic, mind-numbing experience. It always a game of who won that…

The Opulence of Sangeeta Boochra’s Creations

Invaders since history have plundered and destroyed in a macho desire to establish their identity. And while establishing identity of their separate culture they also have left footprints of their rich art…