Blogaway: a microscopic view of my life.

It’s 10am and I am making my way to the metro station entrance, I go through the security check-in entrance. And decide to go through the women’s line because I know how things work, you step in a covered makeshift closet, they pass the scanner around you and let you go. Going through the gent’s…

I had my periods this week. I don’t have an internal clock or tracking, so they often arrive as visiting guests: “Oh we were visiting your friends in the neighborhood, and it’s been a month since I have seen you so here we are!” On the night before my periods, I was reading an article…

Author’s Note: I briefly talk about a trans friend’s experience of body dysphoria and body image. Hello, this is a response post to some comments made about squeaky doors in the IWCB whatsapp group chat and the use of WD-40. Dear WD-40 user, The harbinger of silence, of smooth hinge movements, I put forward my…

This is not a how-to post. it is but a silent admission of the status quo of how I live my life. I walk like an assassin — with minimal noise. There are many things I do to make my existence small and invisible, I think this is one of them and has spooked enough…

Slice-of-life shows have a way of making me feel at ease, my shoulders drop from alert to relaxed, I shift from the edge of my seat to slightly leaning back. What a luxury it is to be able to relax, every once in a while. I was recently watching the newly released episodes of Smoking…

Sitting on the pillion seat, looking up at the trees and sky, the leaves and branches forming a jigsaw puzzle, the white light falling through the crack-lines. The crown-shyness blushing beautifully between greenery. A lovely beautiful day. Oh a drop. I have loved rains, thunderstorms and sandstorms, sometimes standing right in the center of it,…