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. But as I started writing, I realised that I had a better idea…

Honestly I am exhausted and don’t even know where to begin. I’m 30 and single and have another ten years or so of being in my 30s and single/unmarried. Who knows what comes after that. Now before you roll your eyes about how this isn’t that big a deal, or…

I’ve had the misfortune of interacting with strangers on the internet ever since I went public with my profiles in 2017. Even more so because I choose to post about subjects that are important to me. Every time I post about my experiences as a woman or talk about anything…

Trigger Warning: Strong language, body dysmorphia, self harm, disordered eating, anxiety, depression For most of my childhood I had no issues with my body. It looked fine, it worked fine, I didn’t think twice about it. The first time I was forced to consider my physicality was at the end…

My family and I have been grieving the loss of a loved one, someone gone too soon. Someone who took care of their health and still died of a heart attack. Someone who influenced my teens and twenties, as a part brother, part father figure, part mentor, and part reality…