Saccharine superheroes

I’m thinking of F who gave me my first lesson on my work at my interview. At an office lunch, shortly after, she skipped dessert. Diet, I assumed, till I saw the others pass on their plates to her for inspection before digging in. She liked looking at sweets and sometimes smelling them, she said. ... Read More

Gateway: Home, Beautiful Home

Be it ever so dirty, polluted and crowded, there’s no place like amchi Mumbai!!!!! Need I say more? If a picture speaks louder than a thousand words, here’s two thousand then!   I forgot that I sometimes detest pink when I saw this…  

The Male Slut

Personally I loathe the ‘s’ word. I’m no prude but it is just derogatory. On the other hand, it conveys a certain devil-may-care, FO attitude, doesn’t it? Or more aptly ,a fuck-me-or-fuck-off attitude. Perfect. That’s this man alright. Can I attempt to define the Male Slut? Rather tough. Let me just describe him, I’m sure ... Read More

How to write

La Deb asks me to write about writing. Hell’s bells! Since I claim I’ll go to the ends of the earth to do what my friends ask of me, I’m bound. But what…would…I…know…about…writing? Moreover, whatever will I say that hasn’t been said by her, talent par excellence herself? πŸ™ Here goes nevertheless…. Writing is a ... Read More

King among men

It takes a real man to accept a woman who will not be what he wants her to be. To not reject, to not destroy, to not oppose, to not invalidate…but just accept. And you, Sir, are a king among men. I salute thee.

Readers don’t digest

Mum was my first teacher, especially in English. I think I get my love of language and words from her side. Oh, and the sense of humor too, perhaps? We’ve been subscribing to the Readers’ Digest for donkey’s years now. I don’t even remember when I started reading it myself. Only that it was one ... Read More

Readers don’t digest

Mum was my first teacher, especially in English. I think I get my love of language and words from her side. Oh, and the sense of humor too, perhaps? We’ve been subscribing to the Readers’ Digest for donkey’s years now. I don’t even remember when I started reading it myself. Only that it was one ... Read More

Farewell gift

In the Snake Woman issue that I read, Jessica says: Maybe that’s what growing up is….realizing the things we do don’t mean anything. Things aren’t right or wrong. They’re just impulses. They just are. Or perhaps in the grander scheme of things, beyond everyday breaths, in an entire lifetime some things cease to matter. Even ... Read More

A Special Date

I haven’t seen you in awhile. he said. I’ve been waiting. I murmured. You’re sure about this, right? he asked in some trepidition, reacting perhaps to some hidden uncertainity in my voice. I trust you completely. I dimpled back. And closed my eyes. His hands moved gently. An hour later we were done. I stood ... Read More

I love you, I love you not

Alphabet Soup sets me thinking with, Relationships are so much like going shopping for clothes. While The Lady counters that, They either want you, or they don’t. There is NO in-between. I’ve been on both sides…the garment and the wearer, so to speak. And I wonder…do some of us simply fall in love with people ... Read More