Woodwork
My affection, it grew like a treeReaching out words like branchesChopped & sanded till you swept up the scrapsWith a broom of the twigs that fell off. *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
Year: 2013
Pricks
“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.
Social Brands & The Information Currency: Myntra’s Faux Pas
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.
Book Review: Love Rehab by Jo Piazza
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,…
Let’s Not Go Bollywood On Jiah Khan
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.
My Inner Madonna
I almost said no and called this post ‘Not A Party Girl’. Instead, today I chose my Inner Madonna.
Adrenalin Roller-Coaster
The past is a drunk ex-husband.
The future is a mysterious, smiling stranger.
A New June
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.