Burying conversations, policing female students, and the lack of sensitisation training provided to teachers is a common occurrence in schools across Delhi and beyond. When a Delhi girl exposed a ‘bois locker room‘ group chat and its participants on Instagram late last night, social media blew up with conversations about how girls are sexually exploited…
Five Things I Learned from Starting my own Non-Profit
Everyone is Clueless When I first started out, I used to keep wondering what the secret was. I truly believed that there had to be some structure, some laid out path of how things are done that I was supposed to follow. But there wasn’t. The more I worked with different organisations, the more I…
Seven Things I mean When I Tell You “I’m Sorry”
(i) I don’t know how to stop being afraid, How to stop allowing fear to consume the cracks Of the place, we call home I’m afraid one day, They will crumble the walls that keep us safe (ii) I don’t know how to love you Not quite in the way that I think you deserve…
Coping
Everyone has different ways of coping. Some type the same message over and over again, with the assurance that the backspace key will make up for the courage lost when they couldn’t hit enter. Some look into a mirror and wipe away their tears, pretending to be strong for their imaginary audience and convincing themselves…
18/09/2018
I have always been great at making lists, Colour coding different tasks and beautifying them only to strike them off once the job was done, It gives me a sense of satisfaction, as though the more tasks I complete; the more I had achieved. Some days I wonder if your list comprised only of the…
Tea or Coffee? Both.
Today, in this very brief yet very important (only because it contributes to my procrastination before midterms) post, I am going to tell you something about myself that any guy or girl that wants to me take me out on a date should know (not that there are many of you). Todays world is constantly…
Confessions
I have a confession to make, I am a hoarder. Of books that smell like they landed on my doorstep after years of collecting stories from people I will never know. Of memories that scream at me from rooftops, telling me that sometimes, I remember you with more fondness than I did when you were…
To the woman who finds her heart in empty alleys and broken doorways too often;
To the woman who finds her heart in empty alleys and broken doorways too often; i. When men tell you that they want to wrap their drunken slurs around your fragile body. Tell them that you are no ones present or dream. You are a warrior. A hopeless romantic slaying the dragons of pseudo relationships…
Excerpts from Unsent Letters and Unfinished Thoughts
“The past few days have been nothing short of mundane and dull. I’ve been stuck in the hospital for fourteen days and I’m not getting any better, my dad says that it’s still a good thing because I’m not really getting worse either. My body is just stagnant. There’s only so many movies one can…
Welcome to Indian Schools: A place where dreams go to die
It has been an established fact for quite some time now, that the Indian Education System is beyond flawed. When I entered grade 11th, I was determined to ensure that I do better than previous years simply because I wanted to prove to myself that I was a better student than I allowed myself to…
A Veil of Innocence 