PinnedSreeshaA Purgatory between Cynicism and RomanceLove makes the world go round, I remember Madonna crooning from our speakers at an age when I didn’t know the world went round. Or what…Jan 10, 2021Jan 10, 2021
SreeshaAll My Friends Were In One BasketOn the impossibility of making new friends as an adultMar 251Mar 251
SreeshaMy Father, and the Bludgeoning of My Mother’s SpiritI sometimes dream of my mother apologizing to me — for enabling my father, and for teaching me love is violence.Dec 1, 2023Dec 1, 2023
SreeshaA Dash of Heartbreak can Ruin Your BrothLast April, I began to write Anima’s story. Anima wakes up one morning to realize she has forgotten how to cook. She remembers everything…Aug 30, 20221Aug 30, 20221
SreeshaThe Funeral Of A DressSomewhere between the corner of your eyes and the corner of your lips, my love for you was gone. Your expression did not change, your smile…Oct 26, 2017Oct 26, 2017
SreeshaThe Haunting of the Opium DenEven smoke reflects the color of debauchery here, in this den. It is neither white nor grey. Nor black like the hearts of its patrons. It…May 11, 2017May 11, 2017
SreeshaUnsent LettersHe walked up to me, wheeling two large suitcases, and asked if the seat next to me was taken. I said it was not. He was new to the city…Mar 27, 2017Mar 27, 2017
SreeshaReaching For A Low Sky“And what will you say when he asks since when you’ve been unwell?” “Since yesterday afternoon.” “And when he asks if you’ve taken any…Mar 6, 2017Mar 6, 2017
SreeshaThere She Goes Again, With Her Dancing ShoesIt was in the third grade (or second, or fourth, I forget) that they decided to split the dance and gymnastics classes at my school. At…Feb 27, 2017Feb 27, 2017
SreeshaLessons from Blog StalkingA quirky blog post title can sometimes grab your attention. I chanced upon one of these quirky titles a while ago on Twitter, visited the…Feb 20, 2017Feb 20, 2017