(This is a column for the AWESOME Femina Magazine, (June 11th, 2014). I got a cover byline because obvi duh boobs. Do pick up a copy!) Breasts. Even the word has weight. The hard B, coming directly before the rolling R followed by an “-issts,” like you’re beckoning a dog towards you. They’re called […]
I’m not sure when my obsession with Zombies began. To clarify, I’m not a 14-year-old Caucasian male, and the only exposure I have had to Left 4 Dead is… well none, but there’s enough to keep my obsession well fed in so many other places. Now why Zombies, you ask? Is it the blood and […]
Her name was Megan , and she was 10. She came in with a long and deep cut in her arm which would make the toughest of stomachs flinch. She would need stitches and a loads of painkillers with at least three weeks off the playground that gave her the cut. She wore a pastel green […]
I called my roommate: “Hi Christa! It’s me…Could you….” “UHHHH! Aditi, you’ll have to wait a few minutes though, I just put the sauce on the stove. You better remember to carry your keys next time, I’m not going to let you in again!” “Oh Oh! I’ll wait, sorry….thank you” Summer is on its way […]
Vicktor Frankel and fourteen others were herded out of the tent and in line to get their heads shaved. A heavy silence clung in the air and the fifteen that stood in the freezing December morning knew that the prisoners from the other tents were watching them. Even though it was imminent for every peering […]
I’m still fascinated by New York. Every street that I walk down, and it may be for the 100th time, still opens up something a new to me. Penn Station is one example. I’ve traversed almost every nook and cranny of the 34th Street location, and every time I do it, I find something that […]
He’s grown bigger over the years. Today’s he’s about 6 feet 9 and still growing. With burly arms and thick neck, he’s an intimidating figure. I think he even has a tattoo, on his left arm, but I’ve never seen it. He’s always around; lurking in the corner of every room that I enter. In […]
A left from the famous Sitladevi Temple and past one of the only surviving wheat mills in Bombay. Ahead of the hutments and the little stalls that sell vegetables to housewives who haggle in their nighties for a rupee and beyond the chicken coup that does not smell anymore because I have passed it so […]