Yesterday I went out with a friend whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in eight years. This is one of my memorable Facebook moments since that’s how I found him after all these years. It was an odd, intense friendship back then and for various reasons, we just lost…
On Novelrace this week, the first novels have already been completed, signalling the start of a new phase in the race. Dad gave me some insights.
So I’ve done the ‘date a younger guy’ thing too. Don’t I sound deliciously cold about it? A once young nineteen-year-old me, on hearing about a friend’s new boyfriend exclaimed, But he’s younger than you! to which I got a succinct, if somewhat stiff, “So?” Well, I don’t know. I…
This story is written in third person and in the first person. I am really looking for feedback here so be brutal. Here’s ‘A Room To Call Own’ in two takes.
I was quoted in a Mail Today piece on internet addiction with a separate column titled ‘Confessions of a Netaholic’.
I slacked off Novelrace for a week, using my thirtieth birthday as an excuse. What did I learn in that stead? Because I am back and with lessons.
I love this song. Unabashedly. I wish I could dance outside in the rain singing this very song. In fact, maybe I will. I was talking to a friend about (what else?) a guy we both knew. Nothing much to tell except that he was cute and thought I was…
I started the 30 diaries three months back because I couldn’t wait for the answers that I hoped would come to me with the big Three-O. I turned thirty yesterday and guess what? There are answers. Just waiting for the right questions to be answered. Just like 42 is the…
I asked Twitter what we look for in a partner. The responses made me ponder strength and how I seek it out in men. And other things that people look for.
Self care is like tending to an inner garden.