Natasha Kalsi

Seven Going On Twenty-Five

Photo by Natasha Kalsi By Natasha Kalsi No one tells you at eighteen  that by the time you’re twenty-five,  you’ll want nothing more than  to be seven years old again.  I remember always playing badminton in my backyard. The air thick with the lush smell of  freshly cut grass. The icecream truck down the road… Continue reading Seven Going On Twenty-Five

Toxicity

Photo by Natasha Kalsi By Natasha Kalsi I dream of simpler times. When the only competitions were  seeing who could swing the highest at the park and  musical chairs at friends’ birthday parties. When I did things because I enjoyed doing them  and not for hearts on a screen or a following. Like painting with… Continue reading Toxicity