A Lover’s Reminiscence

It’s your birthday. I don’t even know how long it has been but I cannot stop thinking of the freedom we had. Back when we only cared about running, back when the water from dew on our feet was the most chilling thing we felt. How do I deafen the screams of a love? How…

My Womanly Anthem

Of lost friendships, growth and forgiveness through self-love.

Arjun Reddy|Kabir Singh|Preeti ka Haoa

Since the haoa, that Kabir Singh and Arjun Reddy had become, has calmed down, here are a few words talking about it, and trying to pin-point exactly why is it being defended by so many people, and why is it also being bashed by so many.  I’ve seen Arjun Reddy too, and I want to…

Reminiscing Opinions: An Apology

A few days ago, I found out about the fiasco that the Johnny Depp and Amber Heard abuse allegation had become.  Lately, I’ve lost interest in so many tv series and films that I would’ve binged before. But I have come to understand the pattern of my personality, and what is and isn’t worth my…

Don’t Bleach The Experience That Is Life

It’s absolutely okay to have made mistakes in the past. What’s not okay, and never will be, is making the same mistakes and refusing to educate yourself and not admitting the very fact that you made those mistakes. This adamant refusal to acknowledge, to show that you can learn? That’s the problem. You didn’t understand…

Down and Out in Paris and London

A Book Review provoked discussion about class, poverty, individual thinking, and taking action.

Mosquitos in the Dark

I don’t feel the same sense of freedom here, back home, and to be clear, “back home” and “home” mean two definitively different things to me. I miss how dreary I would feel every time I would forget to wear shoes that wouldn’t take the dew in when I would walk on grass at 4…

Nabokov is a Spider of a Writer

A review of Nabokov’s ‘Laughter in the Dark’. A bitterly, comedic, tragical commentary by Nabokov.

A Review of Joyce Carol Oates’s’black water’

  ‘Black Water’ explores  thematic depths of all kinds; political, romantic, you could guess it. But it’s realism that it hits the hardest. The extent of political shenanigans that take place in the book are so synonymous with what happens in the real world with real people, it is astonishing. It could literally be anyone…

Separating the Art from the artist and an insight into the blind bhai-bhai following

I had, like many other kids, read the books, watched the movies and fallen in love. It was the holy grail of conversation starters, being a Potterhead. But now are times when people are demanding representation and inclusivety and creators and artists, and writers, and film makers are listening. And then we had the beloved…

Bas. Iss baar… Bas

I look at me and I see human, where you gape And you see lumpy flesh, You smirk, split smiles like You’ve done great I smudge new skin, new paint I refresh The twisted arm, the peeling of clothes Am I a human or a fruit I whisper help and hear echoing voices close ‘Iss…

The First Time(s)

https://www.instagram.com/areeeeeba_/ Here’s a link to my Instagram, in case you wanted to read more posts on a daily basis. I was what you could call a simple girl. Actually that isn’t true. I’ve always been an ill-timed, never ending firework. Patakha Guddi, sahi mein. But I’ve always liked to consider myself a simple girl in my…