Tonight, I Let Grief Takeover. Rest Well, Sister
It's been 15 days since you passed onto the happier World; 14 days since we rested your body 6 feet under. Wow, time flies, sister. How...
It’s Raining Cows!!
So, it's my first year in Delhi -2011- and almost ran over by a car. The same car does the same s*** to an old...
But Hey, Men!
He gave her his rib And tried to own her. But hey, men! How do you own the womb that conceived you? He then...
The Christmas Bell and the Caretaker(s)
With a soft grunt, he rolled off his warm bed, Slipped on the rubber shoes under the bed, Pulled over the windproof jacket The knitted...
Christmas in Manipur: Torched Vehicles for Bonfires; Edgy Stones for Jaggeries
Well, not exactly Christmas since it's six days away but you get the idea right? A recap to my Non-Manipuri readers, Manipur, also proudly proclaimed...
Who will Walk the Talk? The Need for Women Leaders in Naga Society
(this piece was originally written for Nagadao bi-yearly magazine by NSUD April-October 2016 issue) “when women move forward the family moves, the villages moves, and...
A Sack Full of Clothes: A Christmas Tale
I've been sitting on this story for a while now. I mean, it would brush past my mind at times and leave no trace of...
The Passive Aggressive Racist
I've seen racism in my audiences. For example, I've seen people laugh at every other group, but then clam up when it comes to their...
Nostalgia on a Thursday Morning: Me, Brother & Our Tiffin Box
It's 3 am and I am sitting here in my shabby room in Delhi trying to put together an SKU, flipping through folders, eyes glued to the...
The Man Who Traded His Wife
Long ago, when our gods were plenty and the sacrifices untold, when trees were revered and lands- sacred, there in the little corner of a...