At times the weight of gendered expectations can make you feel like you’re slowly losing it. Meanwhile polite society marches on undeterred. In her exploration of life as a single woman in her 30s growing up in India, Prashasti Singh shows us she is no stranger to this feeling. Whether recollecting tales from the inside of her therapist’s room, the other side of phone conversations with friends, or simply the thoughts inside her head, Singh’s dry, to the point delivery has a compellingly enigmatic charm.
Singh is at her best when balancing self-depreciating wit with teasing apart the contradictions in a society that tells women that we can be whoever we want – while simultaneously treating those on the outskirts of convention with disdain. Her disarmingly honest reflections make for a refreshing antidote to surface level solutions pedalled by loved ones and spiritual podcasts alike. While some of her subject matter may follow a well-trodden path, it is nonetheless fertile ground for her unique takes and cast of eclectic characters. Anyone who’s found themselves a little bit on the outside of society’s expectations may find in this set a perfectly enjoyable – and undeniably relatable – hour.
Prashasti Singh: Divine Feminine, Underbelly Bristo Square, until 24 Aug (not 11), 8.45pm