I Killed my Mother / It Wasn’t my Fault is my effort to depict life on a bad day. In 2019, a bad day to me meant my mother being annoyed with me for some mysterious reason that had to do with my daily habits, unemployment, not having the willpower to get off my phone, and feeling a heightened sense of loneliness. The idea began and grew from investigating what is The War with the Self, wanting to write longform stream-of-consciousness, and questioning class privilege in young, urban women like me. The idea then grew at Indian Ensemble’s First Draft: Ideas Lab, where Chanakya Vyas, Karen D’mello, Abhimanyu Acharya, and a most wonderful cohort of fellow writers, witnessed its first iterations.

What followed was a lot of nudging and nagging from friends and family who believed in me when I wasn’t able to, some desperate attempts at changing careers, waves of a pandemic, and finally a push of self-assertion in the form of a grant from my alma mater, the Drama Schools Foundation Mumbai. What you see today is no longer just mine.

I Killed my Mother / It Wasn’t my Fault belongs to everyone on stage and off who has contributed to its telling, it belongs to frivolous women, it belongs to this new generation of youth, and it belongs to you who are watching it today.