Photo by Mir Shaani, for The Bicyclist

Becoming Wo-man

I always walked weird in school. All the way up until two months ago. Having an abortion helped me come into my own body as a woman, helped me appreciate my tits and pussy. And I began to sway a … Read More

Meera bhav is the cure for your attachment woe

I remember being extremely keen on worship as a child. I’d rope my sister into some peepal tree worshipping scheme, or be picking up hibiscus flowers for my work-in-progress altar. I also had a brass bell that I loved the … Read More

The gift of goodbye

Ambiguous loss. So there’s a term for this feeling. They leave behind objects, don’t they. Memories. Sharp ones. The ones that made us feel for the first time in forever. There’s something compelling about their grandiosity. “I was a bright … Read More