The clash of my bangles is heard as I rush down the stairs, trying to wear my jhumkas while holding my lehenga so that I don’t trip and my mother tells me to hurry, because she needs me to hold the gift, some mithai for the lucky couple, along with a delicate dinner set. When […]
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Some days I am all girl (By which I mean my personality is made up more of what society determines as girly) I am nail polish and all I listen to is Taylor Swift while reading some chick flick made to convince teenage girls that they can be manic pixie dream girls too I giggle […]
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I can practice being soft. I can practice shrinking into myself till I dissipate in the heat of your glance, I can practice being palatable. I can practice till I master the coquettish look, till I master looking like an object, till I master forgetting myself, I can learn how to be soft. I can […]
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Many people have often asked me why I read and it is because of the feeling; this feeling. This feeling of being lost in a world that doesn’t exist the same for two people, This feeling of loving characters that you’ve only read about so deeply that it can move you to tears, it’s the […]
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