Twitter Trending Activities: A Poor Show by Social Media Agencies
Social media is not advertising. Brand agenda forced onto Twitter works against the brand by generating resentment instead of participation.
Social media is not advertising. Brand agenda forced onto Twitter works against the brand by generating resentment instead of participation.
Turena wipes the wood-top desk and arranges the white sheet over it. It’s impractical, she has been told, but that’s what an architect would think. No artist would deny the magic of a white surface, the dichotomy of blank or plain, the lure of bleeding the pristine. Funnily enough, that…
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Indian men can be supportive, understanding, generous as long as you fit a certain idea of womanhood. This love is transactional.
A short story about a jolly old place called Feardom – a fictional afterlife universe populated by ghosts, ghouls, spirits, aliens and otherworldly beings.
Selena’s best friend was her mirror. She began her day with it and it was the last thing she looked at, before she turned off her lights. Her mirror showed clear skin pulled taut over large, dark eyes, that topped a straight, defined nose, which led down to perfect Cupid’s…
Dance, dance with meSwing me out of secretsReel me into your criesSpin me over conversationsTo meet under shared laughter Dance with me.
This is my take on the origin story. I was at least slightly influenced by Rudyard Kipling’s ‘The Just So Stories’. I’m just rewriting history. Aren’t we all?
He doesn’t think it’s cheating. Nobody can point a finger at him for looking out of his own window. But Susheel admits, he wouldn’t tell anybody else about her. He hasn’t even talked to Reman about this thing and Reman is his best friend. But that was because in the…
I was beautiful once, you know. You loved me, back then. You stared at me and smiled when you passed me by, on your way to work. You counted the minutes to freedom, when you could come visit me. You didn’t even mind that you had to queue up to…