A couple of months ago, while interacting with someone new, Rupi Kaur was mentioned in one of the conversations. I had come across excerpts of her writing on Instagram but it wasn’t until she came up during an intellectual tête-à-tête that I decided to look into her writing.
Upon arriving in Mumbai, I saw her book Milk and Honey nestled on Rushil’s bookshelf. On a rainy Wednesday, I seated myself on the window sill, the crashing of the waves, music to my ears and drowned myself in the book for the next hour. When I emerged from within the pages inked in raw strength, I felt within me, the stirring of an identity that had been locked away for far too long.
Rupi Kaur’s writing is bold, honest and empathetic. Her writing mirrored way too many of my own thoughts and emotions and I am glad I decided to read the book. It has nudged me to let the fiercer side of me breathe and live more freely than I allow it to.
The book is divided into four parts: The Hurting, The Loving, The Breaking and The Healing.
I went through the book twice and the images below are not just my favourites but also the ones that resonated within me; the ones that bellowed to the world, the words I refused to write or speak.
There are books that you read and then there are the books that consume you. Milk and Honey is one such book. You don’t just turn the pages, you learn to accept, deal and let go with the turn of every leaf.
For anyone struggling or having a hard time coming to terms with the constant war your mind and heart are at, I would recommend reading this book.
It teaches you a lot. More than anything, it nurtures and heals you most.