A Comfortable Close
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”
“We are a comfortable close.”
And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”
“We are a comfortable close.”
And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the pattern of my relationships, the kind of men I attract and so on. All my associations with men, the minor flirtations and the serious relationships alike follow a pattern. They’re drawn to my quirkiness, my ‘oh my God, did she…
A friend decided that most women were cowards because they would not stand up to their parents, not stand up for the men they wanted to be with.
“Do you remember?” he asked.I was silent for a long moment.“Okay, I understand” he said and he walked away. And I was standing on the dark, shiny wet roadSpotted by the reflection of the street lampsThinking, “Do you really?” Do I remember? When I hug someoneMy arms seems to move…
I’m punk, you’re cheesy. And now I’m writing poems about your loving but you got there via the punks.
I was quoted in Neha Bhayana’s story about Internet addiction & restricting net connectivity in Sunday Hindustan Times on 6 September 2009. Reformed Net addicts Ramya (30) and Moksh Juneja (27) said that there is no need to have regulations. “Adults should be allowed to decide what is best for…
A rumination over corn chips while on a plane.