Chat, do you ever feel like your creativity is a curse? I think that’s because you block your own ideas from ever being actualised. Because we live in a world where the currency of validation is overinflated.
Innovators, historically, have not had this problem - they have listened to their inner call and followed it until the ends of the earth.
The exciting part, I think, is that you are free to do that too.
You just have to pick up the phone.
I read a book that ruined my day but bettered my life. It’s called The Defining Decade by @drmegjay . It discusses the 20-something existential crisis, and urges us to overcome it. I often find media that validates the crisis, but not enough that forces us to reckon with the fact that there is a way through it. And that the way is deeply uncomfortable and deeply gratifying. In short, pick something - anything - and physically, actually, do it.
we are becoming increasingly alienated from each other in a capitalist system. we can either fall for this or fight it.
song: ‘green’ by the best @alaskantapes@scayos
[#cringe #internetculture Internet culture]
A message from a woman to a girl, and from what I know now, from all women to all girls. ❣️ I’ve been posting a reflection on life on my birthday for the last many years and I skipped my 27th last November. Wanted to post this one from my archives. 🥹
Some thoughts on being called “intimidating” three times this week, and for perhaps the hundredth time this lifetime. No AI was used to write this post!
The older I get, the worse I get at ‘masking’ as a good girl, an ideal woman, a propper-up of self esteems. It is both a blessing and a curse.
We Can’t be Friends x Rangisari🩰💿👾
We were at a sleepover and didn’t have any gear, but when you have a singer like @abhilasha_sinha in the room you better figure it out LOL, so I played producer/engineer with our various dying electronics and it made for the best adventure ever! We recorded this using 50 voice memos and a MacBook :)
This is the first time Abhilasha and I got to sit down and make music together since our viral Hum Dekhenge duet a few years ago. We don’t live in the same country anymore, and the responsibilities of adulthood have us doing much more than music at the moment.
Apart, we grew up to be quite different: her, wild and sparkling like a lion in her orange mirrored dress; me, the bottom of an ocean. But when we come together after all these years, we become, for a moment, who we used to be: two teenagers, just the same, beaming at the discovery that @arianagrande and @sethkavita share a brain and sense of beauty thousands of miles and two languages away.
How lucky we are to still know the joy of making small and lovely things.
first post in 6 months 🙂↕️ the funny thing is i love my life and wouldn’t trade it for anyone else’s. i’m just 26 and in the middle of the process. and when you’re in process, uncertainty can give rise to insecurity. but i trust myself 100% and i’m very excited about the future. :)
Not sponsored!! I just keep getting so many questions on my eyeshadow that I thought I’ll have a little masti while answering them. 😜 I genuinely love this palette and use it pretty much every day. It’s made in India. It’s the Reyflective palette by @zygosbeauty , founded by an Indian woman @palletesandpaint (Sabhyata Bali). So obsessed with it. It’s expensive but if you can afford it, I recommend it. Thanks for the masti.
Small brands, Gen Z brands, all women, please comment! I don’t know if this will work, but there is a huge boom in Made in India fashion right now. It’s a disorganised mess. I want to know - what are the brands that keep popping up on my IG recommended ads? Can I access all of you in one place, please? THANK YOU.
A decade ago, I discovered @cherylmukherji ’s photographic work. It stayed with me long enough that I reached out to meet her - yesterday, in 2025. We got under a blanket and napped in the soft orange glow of a heater in bone-deep Delhi winter. Then we woke up, made tea, and talked about our place in this world - her, a deep, sensitive, creative woman in New York, me, between Delhi and Mumbai. We talked about love, and power, and anger, and desire. She traced the shape of my eyes with kaajal, darkened my eyelashes with mascara, and took these portraits on her phone. She asked me not to edit them, so I didn’t. It was a quiet afternoon. The day got darker as the sun set, and then I went home. All I could think of as I fell asleep last night was: how gentle it is to be a woman, surrounded by women, in this violent world.