Subway Sandwich
I had a solo date. I ran some errands, bought a few books, had a meal and many personal revelations at the Subway sandwich counter.
Year: 2007
Touch Me Not: The Politics Of Body Contact
When I was about 17, I was suddenly fascinated by salwaar-kameezes. My mom, delighted with my sudden interest helped me build a collection of fabrics from around the country. Fab India, Nalli and the local markets helped. And the local darzi was a genius with the needle. So my lovely…
Happily Ever After – 2
Sometimes I think the only reason women have a problem at all, is because of the fairytales that are fed to us as children, all ending predictably in ..and they lived happily ever after. So who knows what “happily ever after” really means? I’m just finding out. Nope, I haven’t…
Happily Ever After
A friend and occasional blogger tells us about an arbit conversation that she had with her husband on the breeding habits of towels. Khee khee khee. “What are all the towels doing behind the door?” I asked him.“Breeding,” came the prompt reply.“Breeding?” Quite used to getting such answers by now,…
Office Spouse
Someone from the neighboring cubicle (SNC): He calls you his ‘Office spouse’?? What on earth is that? Didn’t he just get married a month back? ME: Yeah, that’s in his personal life. An office spouse is someone you talk to, share your problems with, are friendly with, get over your…
55 Words: As Beautiful As Sin
Secrets cause no casualties.
A sin is forever.
Sunshine moment
This evening I saw the movie ‘Little Miss Sunshine’. It reminded me of another girl who kicked ass not so long ago.
55-Words: An Artist’s Temperament
Writers turn everything into creation and call it artist temperament. A story about an artist’s complicated relationship with their audience in 55 words.
Man-hater? Let’s Get Serious.
I’m trying to make sense of the gender politics I have to navigate. But I seem to fall into joke bait. It’s not funny anymore. Let’s get serious about the Man.
Good Friends and Bad Books
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…