At The End Of Fascination
The person I wrote this for, when he read it, told me,
You don’t yet realize that we are beyond this.
It was a fitting end in every way possible.
The person I wrote this for, when he read it, told me,
You don’t yet realize that we are beyond this.
It was a fitting end in every way possible.
It’s not my birthday now but it is of a lot of people I love.
In the last week, a young woman accused Shamir Reuben, a popular male poet, of trying to elicit nude pictures from her. The case has hit news headlines, caused a lot of shock, outrage, accusations, defensive statements and more in the poetry community in Mumbai. Since then, there have been…
Last night I was trying to sleep but a stupid mosquito kept buzzing in my ear. This despite the fact that the mosquito repellent is plugged in just above my head. WTF happened to MMR (Mosquito Mortality Rate…I kid you not)??!! So I switched on the light to swat it….
I’m rather happy with the idea I had today. But I’m not sure if it came across in the story. I am trying a different tack from the stories I started this month with, though. Give me your comments, please? This is S is for Someone Else for today’s A…
Mid-Day has a story by Kasmin Fernandes on Foursquare today. Moksh and Daksh Juneja have both been quoted while I provide a counter-perspective on this social media game that’s rapidly gaining popularity. Here’s what I said: Virtual rewards aren’t for everyone If you don’t like being followed, though, location-based apps…
Please don’t ask me to read youI’ve spent far too long looking deep into other peopleSlipping through the gaps in their expressionsRunning down the spaces between their wordsLooking for signposts in their sighsAnd piecing together slices of themWhat they say, how they say itWho they love, who they hateWhat they…