For a long time, the piano represented frustration, pressure, and the constant feeling of not being good enough. Walking away from it had been easy. Coming back required something...
Looking at old photos can feel distant, like the person in them isn’t fully us anymore. The piece explores how we change over time, and how photos freeze versions...
In a city that never feels entirely yours, you learn the sound of your own footsteps. Between unfamiliar words and quiet spaces, loneliness lingers—not as absence, but as something...
Reflecting on how loving pink allowed me to embrace my truest self.
Inside the Delhi Metro, strangers stand inches apart, sharing space but not stories. For a few fleeting moments, different lives run parallel—touching, yet never truly meeting—before each person disappears...
I have often found that the men, or shall I say boys, around me love to ask questions that all essentially boil down to this: “How does being a...
Challenging negative stereotypes about arts students.
My body may be physically in college, but sometimes my mind is in that liminal state a few steps behind. I try to analyze my feeling on high school...
The first thing I noticed wasn’t the pain. It was the stillness. Injury has a way of making vulnerability unavoidable. There are moments when you need help, moments when...