I’m on Day 10 of the self-quarantine and something strange happened yesterday. I freaked out. No, I get it. It’s not exactly strange. But for me it…… Read more “Twenty-One”
Author: Vedashree Khambete-Sharma
I Love You, Here’s My Kidney.
Years ago, when I was at an impressionable age, my grandmother told me a story. A mother loves her son very much and he loves her back.…… Read more “I Love You, Here’s My Kidney.”
A Facial of One’s Own
In second year English lit, we studied an anthology of Indian women authors called Inner Courtyard. Named thus, because the inner courtyard of an old-fashioned Indian home…… Read more “A Facial of One’s Own”
Rewriting the Past
I mentioned to Rook the other day how I find it interesting that we live in a country where myth, history and belief are so tightly wound…… Read more “Rewriting the Past”
Good Shoes, My Foot.
I was in the vile wasteland of Twitter the other day and came across a tweet, where a woman had asked why little-boy-shoes are so much more…… Read more “Good Shoes, My Foot.”
