Tails of Romeo


His piercing, charcoal orbs reminded me of a starless summer night as his gaze bore onto mine. He flashed me a lopsided grin, the same which I had grown to adore, revealing his razor sharp, pearly whites which would penetrate through your skin, causing a shooting and rather excruciating pain. Mischief oozed out of his eyes, providing evidence for all the shenanigans and catastrophes he refused to own up for.I ran my tan fingers through his velvety apricot coat decorated with specks of hazel as my thumbs untangled stubborn knots. His tiny, dark button nose seemed to always be moist as he sniffed through the rubble, eager to find remnants of last nights dinner. His drooping ears greatly resembled that of a rabbit and his shrivelled tail, which was almost non existent, bobbed up and down when he wagged his tail in a frenzy.  His serene presence comforted me through the toughest of times and his buoyant and comforting aura brought sunshine when the skies were the darkest shades of grey. Despite his sloppy wake up calls at 4am, his rampant sprints around the house at any given moment and his exasperating antics, my incomparable, tiny fur ball of happiness, has managed to occupy a rather large space in my small heart in a span of 6 months and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Unfair and Lovely

In a society that worships white, it has proven to be quite burdensome to exist as a 15 year old brown girl. Homemade concoctions and tubes of bleaching cream are regularly handed to you along with a piece of unwanted advice from a judgemental aunty. The tattered mindset preaching the correlation between being fair and beautiful is outdated yet is believed by the majority of the indian population praying to give birth to a baby with a milky white complexion.

It is heartbreaking to watch young girls and boys self destruct as they struggle to conform to the norms set by the society. Renowned personalities such as Shahrukh Khan regularly advertise the use of the popular “fair and lovely”, yet forget to mention the amount of photoshop used to lighten their skin for the commercial.

I wonder why beautiful indian models are much too often whitewashed as they grace the cover of so called progressive magazines such as vogue and Filmfare, as rather than spreading positivity and teaching us to love themselves, it destroys the self esteem of darker girls seeking acceptance in the prejudiced society we live in.  I wonder why melanin is spat at and looked upon in disdain, whereas in the west, millions are spent on tanning salons to obtain the caramel richness we brown girls possess. I wonder why girls on matrimonial sites emphasise on the colour of their skin rather than their accomplishments and I wonder why melanin is not considered magic like it should be.




Hi, my name is Samira, welcome to my blog.

I’m not extraordinary, neither a prodigy nor the next Einstein, however, I truly genuinely, strongly believe that I possess the power to change the world. Blogging has fascinated me endlessly, yet my old friend procrastination and his partner in crime, idleness, prevented me from creating my own.

Soon to be jammed with tons of photos, enthralling adventures, travel tales, and my shenanigans in the bustling metropolitan that is Jakarta, this blog serves as a safe space to capture my happiest moments, unfinished string of thoughts, ramblings concerning feminism, politics, art and everything in between, as well as my attempt at photography.

This blog will accompany me on my journey to contentment, bliss and success chronicling my failures as well as triumphs, documenting unforgettable memories and breathtaking experiences to share with the world.

If you’ve gotten this far, I must be doing something right. So sit back and enjoy the rollercoaster that is my life. All aboard!