Off the top of my head, I can quickly say you were one of the worst years ever; a prolonged epilogue to the global pandemic, the loss of my role model and the subsequent loss of my father figure. You dragged out the collective misery and made 2022 a special…

Disclaimer — this is a tale of privilege and first world problems. Proceed with caution. I moved to another country to live by myself when I was eighteen years old. The years I spent in America were a desperate search for all things familiar. I was mixing MTR Puliogare packets…

Yes yes, that same dumb show on Amazon Prime that we’ve all pretended to hate but dutifully watched all three seasons of. That one only. After watching it I was enraged for a full three days so I really need to put down my feelings before I explode. Having publicly…

As a 6 year old, I had ambition. I wanted to be the best at everything I did. As I grew older, that perfectionist drive just became more and more embedded into my self esteem. I viewed myself as worthy of time, space, love, and affection only if I achieved…

One of the few things that hasn’t changed in the thirty years I’ve been alive, is the chocolate sauce at Corner House. For those of you who don’t know Corner House, it’s a Bangalore legend. Born in 1982, nine years before me, it has been the go to place for…

Over the last few years I’ve noticed a troubling trend. Every December, my mental health falls apart. At first I thought it was just a bad phase. The following year I told myself I had to break out of the pattern. The year after that I found myself there again…

Me: Ma, I’m thinking of doing a thirty day no swiggy challenge. My mother: Why? So you can have panic attacks and cry every day and stress yourself out? Just eat whatever you want and be happy, please. Trigger Warning: Anxiety, panic, disordered eating, body dysmorphia, fat phobia, suicidal ideation …

My earliest memory of my grandfather is of us in his living room and me pinching his arm. His wrinkled skin would fold and lift like the cream that forms on coffee. His coffee coloured skin was folded all over but especially on his hands. I used to love pinching…

This blog post was intended to be about my ideal partner lol. I complain so much about being single all over social media that people started asking what I’m looking for that feels so impossible to find. …