Yes, I will touch the pickle.

I recently shared a Vagabomb post in which men talked about buying sanitary pads. My intention was to create more informed conversation about this totally normal (though annoying) bodily function. The sad truth remains that not all young (and old) girls have the ability or the capacity to access affordable sanitary care and thus end up compromising…

things they told us girls

they told us to not to wear jeans, coz it was against our culture. they told us to stay away from the pickle, lest it got spoiled. they told us to cover our legs, from the fear that they’d tempt boys. they told us we didn’t need higher education, because we were being raised to…

POTUS vs. POTUS

I had tears streaming down my face as I read the speech I’d missed. I wanted to shout with the crowd – “4 more years!” Though Prez. Obama pointed out that it is time to accept Mr. Trump into the Oval office, the fact remains that he still may never make it into our hearts. What I’d…

far from done

I stare at the screen, I focus on your name. I’m not sure if I can keep playing this game. I tell myself it’s over, I’m pushing myself forward. I’d most definitely text you, if I weren’t a total coward. I distract myself with yet another lie. Crawling into bed, I clutch my heart and…

all over again…

It’s been months since I’ve heard from you. Though not as many suns, since I’ve checked on you. Something happened, my heart skipped a beat. I almost reached out, before deciding to retreat. I’m hoping you’ll write to me before long, un-say the things we’ve said all along. Is that healthy? Perhaps not! In a…

Krankenschwester

I wasn’t planning on posting another German word, but I couldn’t help it. I have been down with an infection for the past 4 days and had to call in sick today. Though I’d lately been considering going vegan again, my doctor’s suggestion that I get my blood sugar checked put it right at the…

Aufwiedersehen

Auf – wieder -sehen. The first time I heard the word, I was all of 6 – So long! Farewell! Aufwiedersehen! Goodbye! I didn’t hear it again for a decade by which time I had forgotten all about it even though I’d sung it countless times. In regular conversation, I believe, it rarely finds use. In my limited…

Izzie Speaks: On why I want Trump for Prez

Enough has been said about the ongoing US presidential election. From writing off Donald Trump as “yeah right, sure.. Uh-uh, that’s funny” we have come to consider him as an eventuality. John Oliver went from ignoring him as a passing phase to dedicating multiple episodes to the ridiculousness of his candidacy. But this week, in the final days of the election,…

what comes after.

Where do I go from here? How do I pick myself up? I’ve begun to glue my tiny, shattered bits together but they just won’t fit the same as before. The edges are charred and the surface is uneven. And then there are gaps that only you could’ve filled. But you are gone. Without a…

How I wish!

You are my weakness, and me yours. I wish we could be each other’s strength. We are talking about the weather. I wish we could say the things we are carefully avoiding. We promised each other a day. I wish we could have a lifetime. We are convincing ourselves to face reality. I wish we could…

The extraordinary in the ordinary.

I want to ride the metro with you next to me, holding my hand. I want to sneak out in the middle of the work day to drink tea with you. I want all our disagreements to be resolved with pillow fights. I want to snuggle next to you at airports while we await our next big…

Let’s uncomplicate.

Me or her. Pick one. Let’s uncomplicate. A life together or regret years later. Pick one. Let’s uncomplicate. The extraordinary with me or the mundane with her. Pick one. Let’s uncomplicate. It’s not easy. And yet it’s not difficult. It’s a choice.