Some houses are clues to their owners
and all kitchens are portraits of their cooks.
This is the kitchen of a record-keeper, an archivist, a helpless sentimentalist who fills their shelves with memories: a chipped mug from an old friend, recipes in inland letters, a tiffin box a…
How indeed? Because I’m yet to meet a woman who didn’t come born with a map. One whose rough edges indicate where she’s allowed, how far she can go and what the borders of her well-being are.
Plotted with age, marital status, financial independence, and self-preservation in mind these maps…
There are songs and poems and stories and movies and sculptures and paintings and photographs on beauty.
Symmetry, pillowy lips, cascades of hair, noses with just the right amount of bridge, ears that clasp the corners of skulls with perfectly curled helices, clavicles and collar bones, all that….yes, …
1: How do they read strange, unknown words on a menu? Over-confidently or in a half-eaten whisper?
2: Do they leave a light on when alone in the dark?
3: In a fight- long texts or ‘Ks’?
4: Do they pack light or prepare for every eventuality?
People like to say, “live each day like it were your last.”
But this advice sounds like a threat. Like being bullied into appreciating life.
Instead, why not live like each day is Day 1.
And then, eat your first mango. Because this is the most important thing.
“How did you know you were done?”
I wanted to know, so I asked someone
“The little things added up,” she said
“To what?” I asked and she counted in her head
147 is the number that pushed her away.
But when I asked this to a friend, she took…