I started writing long before I even knew what writing was. I must have been around 11 when I first filled a book, start to finish, with introspections about the world around me. An observer, I’ve always been. And alongside this, I like to think I’m an emotionally accessible person. My heart inherently belongs on my sleeve, and I’ve taken great pride in my softness over the years. As the time has passed me by, however, I unfortunately have to admit the ways in which this has changed shape. I att...

As a girl who’s spent the larger chunk of her teenage and adult life being captivated by the concept of love, I always fall head-first into the deep end. I know it’s an over-done cliché, but it’s true what they say, when i love, i love.Retrospectively, a lot of the times I’ve had the honour to love, I’ve gravitated to people who were, simply put, avoidants. Luckily, that is no longer the case, but it was always fascinating to love people who didn’t want to be loved. And that’s not to discredit t...

Growing up as a South Asian Immigrant in a pre-dominantly white environment, establishing a single identity has always felt like a struggle. Breakfast varied from pancakes to parathas, and outfits from long dresses to lehengas. You can therefore imagine my surprise when, in the early 2010s, the debate of cultural appreciation and appropriation first started gaining traction on social media platforms of all kind, from Tumblr to Twitter (now, X).My original reaction was significant indifference an...