I recently had the pleasure of visiting the bustling firecracker that lives 200 kilometers away, bombay meri jaan. The 'meri jaan' (my life, my love) is a description I've only developed recently; like many "out-of-towners" I used to passionately critique the idea of Mumbai, which for me, was only crowdy humid places choked with the godforsaken seafood stench, for I only ever visited Bombay for the beautiful (inside only, sadly) Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj airport. I used to

you will never know that i was beside you when it happened i lay next to you for warmth but the snowstorm was inevitable you will never...

queen of hearts you are the blushing bride you walk with a certain stride no one can help but stare at all your charm and flair queen of...

my mother waters the orchid every single day my dad reads poetry and prose to it march through may my grandma tells it stories stories...

I watched a kid beg his father to buy him a toy car at my local gift store today. Both him and his dad probably knew he’d get bored of it...

i've etched our names on one of a million stones in your garden one day you'll water your plants and hopefully turn it over and hopefully...

i lay in mother's lap as she sways her palms over my head her dupatta placed over me gently, love filled in every identical thread the...

dear old orange you make me feel okay about the dots on my skin dear old orange when did the world ever stop caring about beauty from...

sometimes i feel like i'm standing at the gallows waiting tweaking and adjusting my plea waiting to see if i've changed enough to no...

my dear mother please don't be sad when i die please let me demise bring more room in the house for joy fill my closets with every candy...

Do you ever feel that you’re putting on a show all your days? Whether it’s gentle alterations of your personality to fit in with certain...

i didn’t know what true regret was  until i heard the news  gray skies came from the blues  i still feel myself shake for i didn't know...

embrace the blues sweet girl the sky you love  so dearly cries too.

when i speak to you from my childhood bedroom it is not just me who is answering your corporate questions it is all my unwise decisions...

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a...