(on my way from Mumbai to Baroda) In the train, there's this mother travelling with her two children. The older one, about 3-4 years old, says versions of this to his little sibling, who's only about a few months old, every time it cries: "Mummy is really worried travelling with just the two of us,… Continue reading Sibling negotiations.
Growing up, has been about discovering the privilege of having legs that can make choices, and hands that can enable balance by seeking out answers. But learning to stand is barely the hard part. And balance is merely elusive. It's like a game of twister. On non-linear multiple continuums of belief. Circumstances are declared, and… Continue reading Finding my balance.
I spend my days collecting pieces to make up my world and trying to piece them together Meticulously, with childlike curiosity for meaning-making I try and try, finding the fit, as closely as I can And then I draw over them intricate patterns, with my schemas There are some patches Where the meaning is… Continue reading The piece about pieces