Kalki Koechlin Gives Birth to A Love Child

Kalki Koechlin is an actress and writer. Although a French citizen, she has lived most of her life in India. Known for her unconventional body of work in the Hindi film industry, she is the recipient of such accolades as a National Film Award, a Filmfare, and two Screen Awards.

Kalki Koechein blessed with Baby girl Without marriage

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A few more pics from the #9monthseries … Dance, move, shake, grind, groove, loosen up that passageway for the arrival of the little guest. It might all look like a blur through the pain and heaviness but each step is making more space inside you. #notesfromapregnantdiary #noneedtobeimmobile Photo @yashyeri Assisted @vaibhav_dabholkar_ Style @divyabal HMU @angelinajoseph

A post shared by Kalki (@kalkikanmani) on Feb 17, 2020 at 8:43pm PST

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Love and hate. Seems to be everywhere these days. A world wide debate. But I don’t need to look far to find it. I see this cycle of love and hate in my own family. We curse eachother and scream and shout and break things, until we ourselves break. Then we cry, feel the guilt and look down at our feet. We hug gingerly, love reluctantly and forget quickly until it is repeated again. Love and hate. A habit. Like two magnets, in constant repulsion. Perhaps the opposite of hate is not love, but understanding. And the opposite of love is not hate, but neglect. There are so many uncomfortable extremes that make us feel we must react at once and put a stop to it – slam the door, walk away, shout your way to the other person’s silence, unleash unthinkable acts of violence. But living with discomfort all the time, as I do now, because it is inside me and I cannot escape it, I have to be patient. My body demands it, my mind shuts down, my heart can only beat. If I erupt, it is inward and I alone feel the heat. I feel small, very small, from the sheer mystery and unfamiliarity of the grand workings taking over inside me. And so, eventually, I’m reduced to baby steps, forced to listen and respond, to note down and break years of habit in this moment. Today the cycle will not repeat. Today I will plant a seed, allowing my intentions to grow into another being – another me, but more conscious, more careful . I feel as if this creature, which began as a virus of discomfort inside me, slowly threatening my independence, stalling my capacity to create, or to think for myself, and eating into my daily routine, is now firmly a mirror of my own insecurities, a counter to my fears, a soul that can evolve and grow more rapidly than I have in all my years. So perhaps the opposite of destruction is not creation, but simply balance. And the opposite of creation is not destruction, but constant distraction. So I sit and wait. Write and read. Try to keep my balance. And breathe. Because that’s all I can get right sometimes. #notesfromapregnantdiary #9monthseries Photo @yashyeri Assisted by @vaibhav_dabholkar_ Style @divyabal HMU @angelinajoseph Dress @_naushadali_

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