Kids his age bike down our streets. Flipping back their faux hawks, all lean shoulders and easy smiles. They chatter about Fortnite and Roblox and things I am too uncool to know. They yell and joke, their laughter carrying faint traces of the men they will soon become. Their parents worry about grades and missed projects. After school piano classes and weekend soccer practice. Pre teen boys, caught between disappearing childhoods and middle school crushes. How complicated they seem to me!
After 8 months of the new normal, pandemic fatigue hits hard. I often ask myself – what’s the point? Does it matter if I smile? Does the world stop spinning because I’m too sad to put pen to paper? Do birds stop chirping and oceans screech to a thunderous halt, because I feel hopeless?Continue reading“Sunshine and stars.”
We won’t know what happens. Not for a while. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe next week?
Blue vs Red, hope vs. hype and humanity vs hypocrisy.Continue reading“Terrified.”
There are two types of destiny.
One that happens to us. And one that we make for ourselves.
Not much we can do about the first one.Continue reading“Destiny”
More often than not, you’ll see or hear this from someone well intentioned: “At least you’re safe. You have a roof over your head and food on your table. Be thankful and quit complaining.”
He asks for “easy shorts”. Not the ones with the pesky button at the belly. Or dapper denim pants from this season of Couture Levis. He wants no nonsense drawstring shorts, with a forgiving waistline because they’re comfortable.
Most people are jerks when they’re young. Flush with the arrogance that being 17 and 20 brings, they often say and do a lot of things they don’t believe deep within their hearts. Now the catch is that they’re privileged enough to not have to know better. They can afford to bully and mock, because they’re never the victims of society. Rich kids tweeting about casteism, when they’ve done zilch to help. Tone deaf Instagram posts to gain social clout. Folded hands and earnest words, thoughts and prayers, thoughts and prayers.
Like I said. Many people are jerks when they’re young.Continue reading“Jerks.”
What does depression look like?
My WhatsApp folder is filled with endless pictures of Sushant Singh Rajput. His bravery in the face of adversity, his energy, his spirit. Instagram has page after page of real fans, crying about how much he meant to them. How much they saw themselves in him.Continue reading“Part of me.”
Some of my writer buddies and I were live this morning, on the First Moms Club page. Watch us talk about writing, life and how we battle big feelings while stuck at home.
Plus lots of giggling. 😂
We are LIVE! Chatting with some of our very own FMC moms 😊 #GettingRealWithRuchita Do you have questions for Pavi, Nidhi or Vineeta? Drop them below 👇👇👇
Posted by First Moms Club on Thursday, May 28, 2020