They no longer make stories like this. I mean, okay, of course they do. Reality shows try, and they try hard. But behind the scenes of lovebirds twittering about are realities that people don't want to see, that don't bring in viewers. Not the sweet conversations, not the volcanic arguments, not the impassioned crying… Continue reading Reality’s realities
Author: Joy
Tentative Truths
There is a sense of horror that comes only with uncertainty: is this genuinely what I feel and know? Is this what I desire? Am I feeling truthfully? Ever since I first grappled with my mania and my depression and my anxiety I have always wondered if what I felt were real, or… Continue reading Tentative Truths
Of dreams, culminations, and new beginnings
The start of the decade bore witness to bright-eyed Joy in her senior year of high school -- fiery, argumentative, passionate, and certain she was going to be a lawyer. In career day, that's what she told everyone she would be -- voice of the voiceless, defender of the oppressed. The end of… Continue reading Of dreams, culminations, and new beginnings
Protected: An Assortment of Sorts
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190612 (Blast from the past)
(A dare and a desire to reconnect brought me to Tumblr today, where most everything that I thought of used to reside -- here's one of them, written by almost-18 year old me) You know how they say that when you look at the Milky Way from a hundred miles away, it’s highly… Continue reading 190612 (Blast from the past)
S p e s
Nine months ago today, I said yes to an invitation to be part of what I have always envisioned myself to be involved in when I realised I was going to go to law school -- environmental law and human rights work. Heartbreaks, frustrations, more than one disappointment, and almost a year later, I still… Continue reading S p e s
A promise towards expansion
The year's yet to end, counting pre-hatched chickens is rarely my style, and quite certainly more things are about to take place, but it's cold outside, I am sipping hot chocolate mixed with wine, and have filled my heart with writings from when I wasn't so scared. Maybe I can kid (read: persuade) myself… Continue reading A promise towards expansion
Ending’s beginning/Beginning’s end
There is no truth more universally acknowledged than the fact that time flies -- months skip, weeks jump, days whizz by. And today, inconspicuously (or, rather, due to the flurry of events catching us unawares), we were ushered into the first of the last month of the decade. And all of us was none… Continue reading Ending’s beginning/Beginning’s end
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The mind, he said, the tip of his pen drumming against his temple, likes to be in control. Whenever it can't control external things, this time he places his pen down and gestures with a wave of his right hand, it tries to control from the inside. I was 19 in a counselor's office, and for the… Continue reading [Untitled]
Glued together by verse
I am not okay. Yet again, I am not okay. I am angry and devastated, made both victim and perpetrator of a culture of hate and violence, of a system where judgment is made through the eyes of an undiscerning mob, a group that has made conclusions with their emotions as guide. I am furious,… Continue reading Glued together by verse
Of perpetual finds 