Haellii's Pocket

On 22 and 23 October 2011, Mumbai was witness to its very first comic book convention, Comic Con Express, at the World Trade Center at Cuffe Parade. Graphic novel artists, veteran cartoonists, comic books we Indian kids had grown up reading, characters from the latest television cartoons, quirky gam

Last month, a friend came across a blog that suggested an interesting photo challenge for each day of August. However, she discovered it too late into the month. We decided to do it for the month of September instead. A week into September, I realised I was the only one to take up the photo … Contin

Snuffed out my torches one by one. I carried them for people too blind to see them. They ran on my blood’s fuel and my blood’s run cold. My blood’s run cold all because of them my blood’s run cold. … Continue reading →

Slut Walk raked up quite a storm for the Indian public this July. For many who marched proudly for rape awareness and against sexual assault, the march is an unforgettable experience. I speak as someone who participated in the Brisbane … Continue reading →

I watched Our Generation last night – a documentary on the injustices and trials faced by the indigenous people of Australia right from the time Europeans first landed on the continent to this day and age. It is a painful … Continue reading →

Ever since Delhi announced it would be holding a Slut Walk on its streets, the Indian public has dissected the movement, its repercussions, flaws and merits. While the debate’s receiving screen time on Indian television and in the newspapers, Twitter … Continue reading →

A working woman from a Catholic family and a talented woman who is into performance art for a passion – barely anything in common between the pair of them. The belief that either of us do not deserve verbal abuse, … Continue reading →

  Nana was a story-teller, not a writer of tales. Despite growing up in an era where education was considered less important for little girls, Nana grew up with a sound knowledge of juggling numbers and negotiating words. These, she put to good use in everything she did – right from helping at the w

In a little purple room on the brink of a house. Holding treasures of a hazy childhood, stroking sheets from a teenager’s bedroom. Under a banyan tree dripping with raindrops. Huddled close for warmth, with a friend or two and … Continue reading →