A Change Will Do You Good.

When I turned 11, my parents had a surprise for me: we were going to move to the UK effective immediately. Being someone who grew up on Enid Blyton books, I was ecstatic, thinking that life there would involve pulling pranks on the French teacher, secret midnight feasts and eating fresh baked scones every day. I was bitterly disappointed. The moment we pulled up to … Continue reading A Change Will Do You Good.

Be Your Own Aesthetic

Ever felt conscious of your Indian accent when talking to someone with, say, a British or an American accent? That’s a very small result of how toxic mainstream youth culture is to us. We’re constantly exposed to instances that glorify everything that’s from the west and downplay anything that’s our own. We all know that one friend who goes to New York for a week and comes back with a terrible, terrible fake accent. Being able to speak English is considered to be synonymous to being considered “cool” or “smart”. We take turns to make fun of our friends’ mispronunciations, as though English is the only language we’ve ever had in our country.  We all know people who wouldn’t ever hesitate to trash talk our societal rules, our traditions, our ethics. Continue reading Be Your Own Aesthetic

To, The one who doesn’t (seem) to care…

As the months passed, I’ve come to realise that you have many personalities. One for school, one for home, one for the world and one for me. There’s a part of me that’s scared that you’d drown yourself in all these personalities. But you’ve been playing this role for far too long now. But if you do feel like you need a bit of saving, I could be Prince Charming once in a while. I don’t always have to be the one getting rescued. Continue reading To, The one who doesn’t (seem) to care…

I Don’t Have A Crush On You…

No, I don’t have a crush on you, My cheeks are simply burning with embarrassment. Don’t mistake my wretched pink hue, It is simply worriment. So when you catch me subtly staring at you, It is solely because my eyes are suddenly frozen, It is most certainly not a peek a boo.   When you ask me to talk about myself, There are easily a … Continue reading I Don’t Have A Crush On You…