These were my thoughts in 2013 on the male feminist. I have since recanted in 2023. Please read in context.
This article (‘Learning to Measure Time in Love and Loss‘) may seem rather formulaic, soppy and trite to some of you. Maybe it is. I know I’m a soft touch for stories like this. But I also think, soft touches are getting increasingly rarer in a cynical today. Independence doesn’t…
When you miss someone, you think of all that happened and wonder,
Winter’s here (for what it’s worth in Mumbai). And we enjoy the brief stint where we get to wear high necklines, layered garments and boots. The tricky thing about dressing for a December day in Mumbai is that you’ve to be prepared for stinging heat as well as infection-ridden chill….
I wonder if being thirty-four has changed in the last three decades.
‘Delta of Venus’ by Anais Nin has an interesting backstory. Erotica? Not quite. More like revenge craft via sex writing.
Of this one, I have two renditions: I spotted this young man engrossed in his work of painting an Ganesh idol, in preparation for Ganesh Chaturti. The man on the scooter idled at the red signal watching him. And in this picture, I realized that the artist and his idol…
You like them. It’s not love. At least not yet. It’s a possibility. A probability? Too early to say.
This is a story of divorce with sub-plots of corporate politics and a side serving of romance.
As a bonafide rum lover, I had to have one Old Monk’s bottle in my collection. I kept it for a long time, wondering how best to use the textured surface of the glass and the distinctive squat shape with its plain oval face (where the label goes). I finally…