Confessions of a Merry Monk

I couldn’t believe he’d called me a bitch, just like that, and in front of all his friends. I was shocked and humiliated. He continued to lecture me about smoking, …

Maanav had stayed over at my place, had met my roomies and the people I hung out with, and knew everything about my life. But, aside from what he’d told …

Welcome to season 2 of Confessions of a Merry Monk! I want to thank you all for your kind words and comments of love and support throughout Season 1. It …

As I bring the childhood episodes of this series to a close, I feel it’s important to pause here and reflect before we go on any further. Let’s call this …

I was drifting in and out of consciousness in the emergency room, throwing up the black, liquid charcoal that the nurses had made me drink to combat the poisons in …

With no other outlet, I was a bomb ready to explode at any moment. I started acting out. At my high school, students who smoked cigarettes and weed, or drank …

A switch had been flipped. Although at the time I thought all households were like mine, I knew something wasn’t right in me anymore. I wasn’t happy and carefree all …

This was another difficult post to write and is published with the gracious consent and blessing of my parents. I considered splitting it into two shorter posts to make it …

I didn’t even know I was a victim of child sexual abuse until I was much older, that what had happened was actually inappropriate behaviour for a child and a …

Dear OS.ME family, I accidentally deleted the original version of this post by clicking on the trash icon instead of comments (I write and edit on my phone and the …

I was born in London, England, in 1980, to a non-religious-Jain father with an excellent work ethic and a business mind, and an extremely gentle and kind, Hindu-Brahmin mother. The …

It was a crisp Friday in February. February the 13th, 2015. The sun had already kissed the Earth goodnight, and the logs of the evening’s fire-pit out on the balcony …