“The feeling is coming,” I’d say to my mother when I was six, attempting to describe the dreaded monsoon monochrome. I’d find myself suddenly devoid of simple joy, days would trudge along with decreasing momentum. The fundamental belief that body and mind were broken would intensify, grades would falter, and I’d find myself yearning for endless sleep, only waking up one of two things – fixed or female. Today, depending on where the goalposts and serotonin levels are, I am both and neither. I must admit with regret, I do not like the Bombay (or any) monsoon. It is an aesthetic at best, if not a potential sleep/mood disturbance looming large. Thanks for your eye, your gaze, and capturing a version of me I didn’t know existed, @knotmeera 🌸❤️
“The feeling is coming,” I’d say to my mother when I was six, attempting to describe the dreaded monsoon monochrome. I’d find myself suddenly devoid of simple joy, days would trudge along with decreasing momentum. The fundamental belief that body and mind were broken would intensify, grades would falter, and I’d find myself yearning for endless sleep, only waking up one of two things – fixed or female. Today, depending on where the goalposts and serotonin levels are, I am both and neither. I must admit with regret, I do not like the Bombay (or any) monsoon. It is an aesthetic at best, if not a potential sleep/mood disturbance looming large. Thanks for your eye, your gaze, and capturing a version of me I didn’t know existed, @knotmeera 🌸❤️
“The feeling is coming,” I’d say to my mother when I was six, attempting to describe the dreaded monsoon monochrome. I’d find myself suddenly devoid of simple joy, days would trudge along with decreasing momentum. The fundamental belief that body and mind were broken would intensify, grades would falter, and I’d find myself yearning for endless sleep, only waking up one of two things – fixed or female. Today, depending on where the goalposts and serotonin levels are, I am both and neither. I must admit with regret, I do not like the Bombay (or any) monsoon. It is an aesthetic at best, if not a potential sleep/mood disturbance looming large. Thanks for your eye, your gaze, and capturing a version of me I didn’t know existed, @knotmeera 🌸❤️
“The feeling is coming,” I’d say to my mother when I was six, attempting to describe the dreaded monsoon monochrome. I’d find myself suddenly devoid of simple joy, days would trudge along with decreasing momentum. The fundamental belief that body and mind were broken would intensify, grades would falter, and I’d find myself yearning for endless sleep, only waking up one of two things – fixed or female. Today, depending on where the goalposts and serotonin levels are, I am both and neither. I must admit with regret, I do not like the Bombay (or any) monsoon. It is an aesthetic at best, if not a potential sleep/mood disturbance looming large. Thanks for your eye, your gaze, and capturing a version of me I didn’t know existed, @knotmeera 🌸❤️
“The feeling is coming,” I’d say to my mother when I was six, attempting to describe the dreaded monsoon monochrome. I’d find myself suddenly devoid of simple joy, days would trudge along with decreasing momentum. The fundamental belief that body and mind were broken would intensify, grades would falter, and I’d find myself yearning for endless sleep, only waking up one of two things – fixed or female. Today, depending on where the goalposts and serotonin levels are, I am both and neither. I must admit with regret, I do not like the Bombay (or any) monsoon. It is an aesthetic at best, if not a potential sleep/mood disturbance looming large. Thanks for your eye, your gaze, and capturing a version of me I didn’t know existed, @knotmeera 🌸❤️
“The feeling is coming,” I’d say to my mother when I was six, attempting to describe the dreaded monsoon monochrome. I’d find myself suddenly devoid of simple joy, days would trudge along with decreasing momentum. The fundamental belief that body and mind were broken would intensify, grades would falter, and I’d find myself yearning for endless sleep, only waking up one of two things – fixed or female. Today, depending on where the goalposts and serotonin levels are, I am both and neither. I must admit with regret, I do not like the Bombay (or any) monsoon. It is an aesthetic at best, if not a potential sleep/mood disturbance looming large. Thanks for your eye, your gaze, and capturing a version of me I didn’t know existed, @knotmeera 🌸❤️
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Women are so, so cool and I want to be surrounded by all this fierceness forever. Even before moving here, I was well aware that the foundations of my womanhood would tremble a little in a city where women must fight for seats at men’s tables, often with each other. Generally so grateful for all of this wit, banter, beauty around me. I learn so much everyday. @shreyashetty.s thanks for the first photo ❤️
A little sun makes me dookhie se pookie 📸 @knotmeera
A little sun makes me dookhie se pookie 📸 @knotmeera
A little sun makes me dookhie se pookie 📸 @knotmeera
A little sun makes me dookhie se pookie 📸 @knotmeera
📍White Town, Pondicherry Thanks so much for hosting, @serenitybeachvillas! Can’t wait to return and wake up to birdsong and rain again. This beautiful, quaint villa hosts up to six people and has ample space to host, or just be. Given dwindling attention spans, I love running away to someplace quiet and secluded with a book and a friend. This property makes for a great weekend getaway and I’d love to return. . . . . . . #pondicherry #auroville #beach #staycation #vacation #villa #holiday
