This is the story of the time when I still used to wear the Hijab. I was 14. It was 2008. The year of the global recession, not that I knew what that it meant back then. I was flying…
This is something about which I have always wanted to write. Something that contributes so much to my identity and me as a person, yet, from the cover, it’s just a scarf. Just a piece of cloth. I don’t remember…
My first journey to Delhi ended with a drizzling rain at Nizamuddin railway station on the first of July 2016. I was in the city to attend CSDS (Centre for the Study of Developing Societies) two month long course on…
