Meera's diary

6Sep

Family for the day, lock for the night

The tikka is on the nightstand in the velvet pouch. I have not spent it, I have not shown it to anyone, and I will not. Aarav's grandmother pressed it into my p…

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5Sep

Coffee and a clipboard

She brought me coffee. Pista-green. A ten-rupee cut on a three-lakh roka, and she walked into my kitchen like she was paying respects. I took the cup. I sipped.…

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4Sep

Same Pen, Both Verdicts

The same pen wrote both things. That is the detail I cannot stop turning over. In the morning it was making neat column counts for the Taj Lands End wedding — g…

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3Sep

Sonam at the glass, threat at four

Sonam — Niharika's older sister, someone I haven't seen since the 2024 era when she posted engagement photos and I posted gig flyers — saw me through the Bandra…

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2Sep

Keep the apology

Three weddings. I vouched for Priya at three weddings in 2025, stood behind her in front of families who trusted my word, and the whole time she was forwarding…

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1Sep

The Glass Hasn't Tipped

The marigold is on my nightstand. I do not know why I kept it. A girl in a rented lehenga, maybe four, dropped it into my clipboard at the Tanvi roka and said s…

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31Aug

Held the pin the whole way

The pin sat in my palm the whole corridor walk. I could feel the teeth of it through my skin when I locked the bathroom door and when I unlocked it and when I c…

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30Aug

The word is hostess

The word the builder said into the mic was hostess. I have been turning it over in my mouth since I got home. Hostess. Not host. Not the woman who carries the r…

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29Aug

Locked from the Outside

The pista man looked at me the way the Bandra men looked at me. Same angle of jaw. Same small twist of smile that says I have already decided what you are. And…

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28Aug

The door that won't lock

The guard read my paper twice and let me through. The fixer arrived second and had to wait at the gate for the builder's own arrival. I saw it from the rearview…

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27Aug

the wrong length

I know that voice. I have heard it twice now and I will hear it a third time, and the third time I will not pick up. Today the words were rehearsed, which is th…

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26Aug

Three on my chest

The biggest payment I have ever received for anything I do with my voice, my planning, my body in the centre of a room cleared today. Tanvi's roka in September.…

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24Aug

Third wrist, Friday farmhouse

The third hand in eleven days knew where I buy my batteries. That's the fact I keep turning over in the bathroom mirror with my toothbrush in my fist. Someone h…

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23Aug

the watchman will smile tomorrow

The watchman did not know. I keep telling myself this because tomorrow morning I will have to walk past him with my dustbin and he will say good morning, Meera-…

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22Aug

He Said Not Yet

The envelope smelled like the farmhouse before I even opened it. Cardamom and hay. The same way the long table smelled when I sat there and felt safe. My hands…

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21Aug

The Loudspeaker and the Two Names

The cafe manager has known me since Heena's planning meetings. He has watched me split bills, tip well, host client dinners at his tables. He called my full nam…

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20Aug

Room 12. Bring your own lock.

The knob was unscrewed. I keep saying that to myself in the dark and it doesn't get smaller. Someone reached for that mic stand while I wasn't looking — while I…

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19Aug

She saw me at the counter

I bought that SIM thinking I was smart. Cash, no card, no trail. Hoodie up, cap low, early morning rush at Andheri — nobody looks at a tired girl buying a Jio.…

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13Aug

The main number is not mine

The main number is not mine anymore. That's the sentence that hasn't left. Not the deeper neckline line — I can hear that line when I want to and I have been he…

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12Aug

Closer to yes than sunrise

The fixer's grammar reads like a script I was handed to calm myself down. Your driver may wait at the gate. We will not approach your door. Two sentences of rea…

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11Aug

Someone has read me

The Karjat staircase. I haven't written it. I haven't said it out loud in any form that could be screenshotted. Whoever that handle is, they got it from me, or…

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10Aug

The jar I will not open

I typed Rohit's name into the DM box. I wrote: "Rohit, it's Meera. Take it down." Six words. Then I wrote a longer version about how he once told me he liked wo…

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9Aug

Three rooms I'm not in

Three rooms. My name in three rooms I am not standing in. Ritu called at eleven to warn me the Delhi builder — Dhruv — had asked her for an August mehfil quote…

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8Aug

Don't go, take it out

Ritu said "don't go" twice. The first time I thought she meant the farmhouse. The second time I realized she meant me. She has planned weddings for twelve years…

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7Aug

The Bathroom Vada Pav

The vada pav. I want to remember the vada pav. Suresh pulled up at the cafe and I ate it in the bathroom with the door locked and my phone face down. I was not…

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5Aug

Bought a SIM in Cash

Bought a fresh Jio SIM in cash. Six hundred rupees. Andheri counter. The man behind the glass did not look at my face. The bravest sentence I wrote today came f…

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4Aug

Mummy Knew. I Lied Anyway.

Mummy called today. Sunday. I knew from her first hello what was coming. I sat on the kitchen counter. The door alarm is still in plastic at my feet. I did not…

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3Aug

do hazaar ka hisaab

chai nahi aayi doosri. pehle woh aa gaya. adi. jis ko maine do hazaar diye the july mein. apna kaam nahi nikalwa paaya tha toh uspe taras khaaya tha. yaar main…

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2Aug

the clip he made me rewatch

Heena ki voice note auto ke peeche se, BKC ka traffic, "Kabir, Antop Hill, third year". I wrote it down before the auto even turned. Folding the 2024 release in…

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1Aug

dupatta on the chair

woke up at 8:47 and my life split into before and after. DM from a name i don't save. thirty-eight seconds of me laughing at the bandra mehfil. dupatta half a c…

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