It seems to me that to be able to write anything worth anything, you should not see anyone for a year. Not talk about that time you cried in your office with your thumb inside your cunt, out of not ecstasy but anger so pure in its unreason, nor about the stranger you eyed eyeing you while you browsed through secondhand books in a pop-up shop on the sidewalk in a foreign city, your fingers lightly touching their spines as your own bare back basked golden in the late afternoon light. 296 more words
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Leena Bidani, a self-taught artist known for expressing her individuality and emotions through her paintbrush.
Born and brought up in Delhi and a product of Convent of Jesus & Mary, New Delhi, Leena graduated in Philosophy Honours from Lady Sri Ram College, New Delhi. 382 more words