When I am in this dark space, I do NOT want, I repeat, I do NOT want to breathe slowly, do yoga, listen to soothing music, drink herbal tea or burn essential oils. I can barely pray unless screaming at God counts. I need something real and strong and loud and soft.

Why is the Me Too movement a mere whisper in the music industry compared the movie industry? Watching MTV’s women-power clips on International Women’s Day gave me a big clue.

The wall of women was 620 km long, over 3 million women standing side by side on the streets of Kerala.
This wall of women was created to let people in, not to keep them out. 

I don’t write public posts about abortion on social media. This sometimes racks me with

The older you get, the more real you get. Your tolerance for shallowness, cynicism, and botox infused selfies runs to zero. You think more about an authentic life. You think more about a meaningful death.