So I finally finished ‘The secret dreamworld of a shop-a-holic‘. Oh, don’t run away! My taste in books hasn’t turned as sour as my taste in men (highly questionable according to one reliable source). Let’s start with how I come to be in possession of this disastrous book. Earlier this…
Physical pain is a symptom that something is wrong; an alarm that something needs attention. And it keeps getting stronger and stronger till at some point of time you just pass out or at the very least turn numb. That’s because the pain-alarm is obviously failing to grab your attention…
Excitement writ large on two faces Martinis. Classic. Smiling, he murmured How do I make it? Childlike glee turned cherubic disappointmentCharmed, he promised fairy godmother-like Don’t worry, I’ll find out! Wish I had a flowing gown to match that classy conical glass! I’d wish I was on a romantic date…
A powerful story of self-discovery and strength. A woman finds solace in an unexpected place, facing judgment and questioning her beliefs.
I found out a long time agoWhat a woman can do to your soulOh, but she can’t take you anywhereYou don’t already know how to go Not my words but someone else’s.And for a change, not for me, but for someone elseWho I actually hope finds that peaceful, easy feeling…
Thursday has all the guilt of reaching end of week without having done much, with none of the joy of Friday. I’m wearing my first pair of wedge heels that look sensational and feel like hell. What I like about this area is that people stare…not lasciviously but curiously. The short…
The institution of marriage does not hold sanctity any more. His tone scoffed but his voice was gentleReminding her to anticipate reality and not be hurt by it Yet, she persisted, I hold it sacred, even if no one else doesAnd till then,It won’t be relegated to the graveyard of…
Will you think again of the stairway after you have passed?
Can you fall in love over and over again? Or it is just waking up to the same love every morning, albeit with a different face and name? Who are we really having an affair with? Other people? Or with that one frame that we hold up to the world…
We settle for entertainment, not love. But I’m no longer looking for disposable. I want something real, something I can nurture and build a life with.
