I had an interesting set of gifts on my twenty-first birthday.
I saw a tag floating around and decided to write my own memoirs in 6 words: I strove for individuality, then acceptance.
She may have watched Gone with the Wind too many times since she only dresses in black and white. A reflection of the way she thinks. And she supposes that a penchant for red lipstick makes her friend, a close affiliate to Bozo the clown. Bozo reasons that someone who reads Kundera and Murakami,…
Her fingers paused on the edge of the key-stroke. The ceasing of the rapidfire tap-clackety-clack-tap of her keyboard sounded very loud and she glanced up guiltily to see who had noticed. No one had, apparantly, so she breathed in a slow rush of air, settling that odd fear to rest…
On February 18, a fifteen-year-old British tourist called Scarlette Keeling was found dead on Anjuna Beach, Goa. Death by drowning was the initial statement by the police.
Exactly what are those pipes?
What makes empathy?
A death and a birth, how fragile we all are.
The world is my bee hive. I am a queen bee. What makes me a feminist? Is it (only) about critiquing masculinity? I think it’s more.
There is so much of literature available on love – how to find it, how to handle it, how to make it happen, how to make it last. But what about the sometimes inevitable – loss of love? Breakups are as much a reality as relationships