Velvet: A Personal Account of Abuse.

I remember my eighth birthday was just a few weeks away. In my early schooling years, I grew up in a Christian school – St. Theresa’s Boys High in Bandra, run by a religious society called Society of the Divine Word, and it catered to children from all backgrounds. I was in first grade, and…

My Biggest Problems with Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald.

Who will change the future, you ask? Apparently, J.K Rowling will. Potterheads were in for a real treat this time – an overstuffed, haphazard treat with a plot more dizzyingly convoluted than – wait, scratch that. I don’t even have anything for comparison, to be honest. Noticed a lot of painfully canon-defying problems with the…

My First Date: 10 Years Ago.

date1 /deɪt/ noun 1. the day of the month or year as specified by a number. “What’s the date today?” 2. a social or romantic appointment or engagement. Context: Some ten years ago, I remember staring at that dictionary definition for fifteen minutes straight before I got myself to go ask her out. For the purposes of…

Why they hate the HIMYM Ending, and I don’t.

Do you know why so many people were mad about the ending of How I Met Your Mother? Putting aside the fact that the show lost most of its inherent momentum in the later seasons, it’s because after years of following Ted Mosby’s life, most viewers wanted him to move on from the person he…

Social Media Validation. Really?

“That validation isn’t real.” They said. And yet, we all know how this game plays out. This one’s for all those who feel the need to be socially accepted or celebrated. I know you feel that your self-esteem hinges on how your image is being perceived by your followers, and I also know that you’ll outright…

Fatima: Story of a sex worker.

Everyone called her Amma, and I was too young to discern what a ‘pimp’ was at the time. I was 14 years old, recently orphaned after my single mother passed away from dengue hemorrhagic fever, and I had absolutely nowhere else to go. Amma took me into her brothel, provided me with a room, some…

She fades away, everyday.

Mumbai, 2012. I still remember the first time I ran my fingers through her hair – we were casually sitting at Marine Drive right opposite the Pizza Bay that fine evening, facing the city rather than the sea, silently tittering looking at our beloved neighbours – the fellow junior college couples whose prime intent to…