Music. African drums. Be still my beating heart.

Mending. Relationships. These days I find myself recalling people and incidents and letting go of them like little birds.

Wearing a Pyjama-Kurta and a Dupatta. Jewellery too. What an evening. Love that my new self is able to look at and identify unconscious bias. Why does the woman have to cover up if it’s the men who can’t control their instincts. And yet here we are… still doing it.