She hurried down to that place in the corner
The happy place that opened at seven
With two tables out on the street
And a door that creaked and slid again
She worked the night shift
And he took the eight'o clock train
They had an hour of love every morning
A love she thought was lost in vain
"Coffee for one?" asked the guy at the counter
"Make it two," the girl would say
She took the coffee and went to the shore
Before the waves hit, she heard a "hey"
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She dances around trees till her feet hurt. She wears flimsy sarees amidst snow-capped mountains. She recreates a male's idea of a woman's emotions, sensuality, ambition, evilness, anger...She recreates them like she owns them. She appears in the far right or far left of a movie poster, apologetic, supporting, modest.
She shows us how to look good, what to wear, how to pose for pictures. She makes the ridiculous look aspirational. She knows she is beautiful. She knows her place in the world. And yet she takes a backseat whenever asked.
She obliges to her fans' selfie requests, answers to stupid, regressive questions of reporters, and trolled by people who have never met her. She is mocked for being too fat or too thin. She is loved and hated in surprisingly equal measure.
She is blacklisted for speaking up. She is called difficult for saying no. And just when you thought she had nothing to say, she takes the mic. She seems to be fearless. She stands in support of her tribe. She sometimes, just sometimes, cares less.
The Bollywood heroine has come a little less than a long way.
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Wish i could pose for pictures like a Bollywood heroine. Can't blame a girl for trying though.
“Is there any room out there for a straight white guy like me?”
The actor is not the first one to feel threatened when others not of his kind take the centerstage even for a while. There is something about self-entitlement that fools the best of us into thinking it is normal.
But that is not the worst. What is worst is a scenario where the sufferers, for a split second, think they had it coming. Years of conditioning, jokes that we were taught to laugh at, lies we were made to say to feel included and loved....they all give the odd ones amongst us reasons to blame ourselves for our miseries. Some weird kind of closure.
The color of our skin, the words in our prayers, the abilities of our limbs, the details in out anatomies, the human in our bed. They continue to define our lives, personal and professional.
While the bigger changes may take time to happen , it is the small ones that we should start rooting for at once. No laughing at LGBT jokes, no doppelganger bias while hiring, no sticking to the 15th century definition of normal. And last, but not the least, giving it back to the self entitled clan.
"Andy Samberg, you are in our room. Most of the times. Yes, it's not technically ours right now. But it could have been had you not straightwhitespread into everywhere, from restaurants to offices to Hollywood."
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It has been a really busy week. So I am posting a quick one. These are just a few random pictures that have nothing to do with each other. But of course they are about how we go about doing our stuff on a particular weekend. Just regular fashion.
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Flowers lie pale
As I wait for them to die
And become something else
Anything but flowers
While you call me from a distance
A bird flies with all its might
This ain't home, she knows
And flies for her life
The lights go dim
As your eyes look for me
This ain't the moor we held hands at
Anything but a dream.
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My summer outfits are always breezier than yours. No, I am not being a snob. Summer heat brings out the worst in me (besides lazy ass people, bad coffee, writer's block, weirdos on social media, hormonal imbalance.....). So while everyone else can still wear jeans and canvas shoes and even layer, I look like a mess in the most flowy and light dresses.
I wish they made clothes that felt like coconut frappe and watermelon coolers. Clothes that are thin and opaque at the same time. Clothes that look structured, but one hint of wind and they would move like flags on a mountain or paper boats on a stream.
Developing such technology may take time. Till then, I am trying to stay sane with whatever I have. These dirt cheap navy pants are one of the best unfair weather friends ever.
What are your summer staples?
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I have been trying to write something for the last two days. No success yet. Hence I am publishing a simple outfit post. Here is our (my sisters' and mine) take on summer dressing. From shorts to jersey dresses to peasant tops,we have tried to cover a lot.... I promise to come up with a decent write - up in my next post. Till then, have a great weekend...
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