Notes In The Margin: ‘The Collected Regrets Of Clover’ – Mikki Brammer
A stranger gave me ‘The Collected Regrets of Clover’ in a rare act of generosity. The book gently looks at the messiness & mundaneity of grief.
A stranger gave me ‘The Collected Regrets of Clover’ in a rare act of generosity. The book gently looks at the messiness & mundaneity of grief.
Mad women on my mind—through cults, kitchens, crimes, and cosmic quests. These stories of rage, resistance, and reckoning ask: what makes a woman mad?
How do you reconcile the love of some books with the thought that their authors hate people like you? Gabrielle Zevin makes me ponder this.
Two stories – one written in the 70s and one in the 2020. They had me thinking about how South India looks at identity issues like gender & faith.
Hysterectomy: a polite word for erasing what makes you visible. Take the uterus, take the person. No bleeding, no birthing. Medicine makes it official.
Mumbai’s bridges, birds, and bygone doors— seeking meaning in plants, photographs, and god in everyday moments.
Reading isn’t a flex. Self-help isn’t a gateway drug to fiction. If you read to look good, I’m not impressed—and neither is Gabrielle Zevin.
Books, like people, appear when you need them most. I’ve found a book shop, a community, a friend and a book on my way to myself.
An old-school post from a 2000s photoblog. My evening through Andheri in photographs. Feel free to skip to the pics if you like.
Exploring Mumbai’s art scene through Jehangir Art Gallery & Tarq. A personal journey of photography, painting, and the people who make art come alive.