While my friends moved abroad to study at 18, I’m leaving only at 26. Uprooting my life at 26 makes me feel like a cross between two kinds of people: a child that’s practising cutting vegetables, and an entry-level yuppie sage.

The media, supposedly entrusted with the responsibility of being neutral and conducting informed debates, has resorted to fear and hate-mongering, and has demonised those who question the authorities. We saw the results of that in the attack on Umar Khalid yesterday.

As a five-foot-nothing adult with a face that makes me look 14, I’ve been called everything from “chota recharge” to “aw baby”. Even though I work in a legitimate office, my baby face ensures that total strangers inquire about which school I go to.

My jail term in Tihar brought back memories of the Raj. Regular thrashings, restriction of movement, CrPC are legacies of the British that loom large even today.

Mumbai, with its crumbling infrastructure and open gutters, has been ranked the third most liveable city in India. The truth is that Indian cities can be so infuriating at times that we’ve created our own special way of dealing with them – we pretend the problems don’t exist.

We love food. There’s no two ways about it. So how does the average twenty-something in India find the patience and money to buy avocados, chia seeds, quinoa, and coconut milk to replace their staples of breads and spreads?

Make these Lay's Cheese Nuggets for your chill session tomorrow. Also don't forget to stock up on daaru today because kal dry day hai.

From admitting to beating his wife and his mistresses, to soliciting sex workers, Naipaul eviscerated the notion that male morality should coexist with male genius. And yet, florid tributes to VS Naipaul flow, written by the very people he chastised in his writings.

Sridevi’s cavalier reappropriation of filmy womanhood ensured the rise of the “other”, the outliers and the freaks that languish in prisons of self-expression. No wonder she was India’s queer icon.