“You don’t care, you don’t care!”she shouts into his ears. Pain is a drug that unites them.Right now, they’re too broke for anything else. It pricks. They do.
Myntra shared my contact information after I tweeted about their spam. This callous attitude to private information is a big lapse for a digital business.
So many lovers. So many lessons.
Memories. His,thunder through her mindjust like his footstepswhen she was asleep. Hers,splash onto his eyes,making them water.
Love Rehab: A Novel in Twelve Steps by Jo PiazzaMy rating: 3 of 5 stars Since ChickLit, there’s been a host of books in a new genre I’m going to call ‘This is not ChickLit’. Love Rehab is one of this type. It is about relationships and there is romance,…
Last week, Jiah Khan was found hanging in her apartment. The story continues to unravel like a formulaic film, complete with villains and plot turns.
I almost said no and called this post ‘Not A Party Girl’. Instead, today I chose my Inner Madonna.
The past is a drunk ex-husband.
The future is a mysterious, smiling stranger.
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
The Devil, the Lovers, and Me: My Life in Tarot by Kimberlee AuerbachMy rating: 3 of 5 stars A nice story, Chick Lit with a twist, since the heroine’s story is told in associations that emerge in a tarot reading. It feels more like light fiction than the autobiography that…