I wore tights in the middle of a tropical summer. It’s India, though, so I don’t believe I need to elaborate.

As we die, both you and I

When Lila can’t recognize where she is, she attributes it to the acid. She recognizes that much at least, that everything is not as it should be, that her surroundings exist only in her drug riddled head, and not in the world her body inhabits.

After the Rain

We had a teampage shoot at work today, done by yours truly, so my lovely colleague Madhurima and I went out to take a few more photos! Sadly people kept staring so we didn’t get a lot, but here’s a glimpse of a much more dressed down and everyday me, although still with makeup and a pretty dress on, which is not something I do at work everyday!


Rule 1 of wearing a skirt this length in Calcutta: have your own car or take a cab. I took a cab but I didn’t escape being harassed.

Monsoon in Calcutta

Ever since I’ve been back, I’ve been trying to hide in the clothes I’ve been wearing, but it really hasn’t been working. So for the past week or so, I’ve just started giving the middle finger to India and wearing what I want to.

Five years ago

Yesterday I was prompted to combat my agoraphobia and go to Uni because I really needed to do library work. On the bus I saw a terribly saddening sight.