I have asked this question several times over the last few years. There is this constant feeling that I do not have that “one” person who is going to feel the loss. I am nobody’s love of life. Nobody is going to miss me every day, the way I smiled, the way I smelt, the things I liked, nothing. I will just be a mist … Continue reading Who will cry when I die?
In this hashtag world, that we are living in, it is bracing to see a new hashtag every day. Well, this one isn’t all that new. It is an old concept. Women in the late 18th century and early 19th century revolted against wearing corsets. As beautiful as corsets looked, they were uncomfortable to say the least. It was a well-documented and well-articulated movement. The … Continue reading #freethenipple
“Once, in a village, there was a goat. No one knew where she was born. The birth of an ordinary life never leaves a trace, does it?”— Poonachi, Perumal Murugan. This is the first line in the book. A great introduction indeed! I am an ordinary person, have always been and will always be. So, this line established an immediate connection between me and the … Continue reading Poonachi!!!
Do you remember the time when stolen glances and coy smiles meant the guy likes us? When the most intimate conversations were about teachers and exams! The dates were at pani-puri thelas! The blank calls on the landline phones!!! Friends making up various Bollywood songs with the guys name. His friends referring to you as “Bhabhi”. The ooooos and aaaas. The blush! oh that blush!!!! … Continue reading Dating, vating and my rant!!!!!