Author: iqraaiqbal

Years ago, I used to post on social media every day—oftentimes, multiple times a day. It was a vital part of my morning routine: shit, shower, say something smart. In the beginning, social media was just as entertaining as it was validating. It was fun, creative, and occasionally challenging. I enjoyed the new outlet for writing […]

Welcoming April—the month of spring, daylight saving, and this year, Ramzan. A lot of change comes with the change of season, but just as much (if not more) remains the same; universal truths and individual traits endure the thawing of ice, longer days, and shorter nights. So, as spring comes to us with the promise of […]

In the office, I must confess, I’ve met a senior, quite a mess. With each directive, they seem to blunder, Leaving me to wonder, “Am I the thunder?” They micromanage with zest and flair, As if my coffee mug deserves their care. But I take it in stride, oh so dandy, Dealing with them, it’s […]

In a village where anguish silently screams, A girl’s battle unfolds, drenched in painful streams. Her body, a battleground, besieged by fate, Menstruation’s arrival is a cruel twist of hate. Within her innocent frame, chaos unfolds, As crimson rivers flow, like secrets untold. In the depths of her being, an ache takes hold, A torment […]

I’ve been working with adolescent girls at a tribal wadi for the last 6 months. Khapachiwadi falls under Gadab gram panchayat in Pen taluka, Raigad.  I decided to celebrate this year’s International Women’s Day with the community there on the 15th of March’23. This quaint wadi is inhabited by the Katkari tribe and sits atop […]