Her monotone, drained of exasperation, drawled I can’t handle this anymore. I think we should stop talking. No more games. A week later, much tempted, she thought I didn’t say I wouldn’t call him though, did I? Then she sighed and reminded herself that word solitaire was a game too.
If love is murder, I want to be dead in your arms. I said that. I don’t remember what I’d need to feel to say that. Imagine that.
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…
Someone recently commented that my grin had a glint of ‘undisguised evil glee’ in it. I’ve shown before that I have a touch of the devil in me and when it comes to men…tra la la la…that’s my favorite species of lab rat, daahling. Here then are some ways to…
She looked about furtively Pulled her coat tighter and entered He was waiting at the end of the room She was crying for the first time in days But his serene smile gave her strength Even as the blood caked on his wrist flaked off There was no need for…
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…
