Just A Date: That Heady Ol’ Feeling
She said she was going out to dinner. Not family. Not an old friend. Not a classmate or a colleague. Not a ‘marriage prospect’. Something quite like..a date!
Author: IdeaSmith
Comic: The Progressive Woman
And I’ve created my first comic! Thanks to Sensorcaine for giving me the lead (do see her collection too!)
55-Words: Footprints
Like a long forgotten but much loved sweaterThe memory of him tumbled into her sight When she was taking one of her rare solitary walksShe paused outside his doorAnd stood for a long whileBefore walking away When she got home, hours later,there were footprints outside her doorMatching his shoes.
And Then Again..
And in those grand old days when we laughed for attentionAnd suppressed our smiles into thin lines for humourAn unsmiling, unparalleled stare captivated usCompelling us to stay And we followed, hypnotizedby that novel concept of cold independenceThat we imagined it meant We often wondered why we were heldRelentlessly, while we…
Office Capers: The office band
IdeaSmith: We ought to have an office band SNC: I was in a band in college! IdeaSmith: What? Doing what? PJ Rani: Playing the drum? Being the drum? IdeaSmith: Oh shut it…so how about it BAA? BAA: Why me? I don’t sing! SFOS: You ought to be out-lawed from being a…
Youth Surfing Chronicles: Teen Turmoil & Fresh Wisdom
What business do teenagers have with ambition? Will our bad choices make them cynical? I’m gad they made this one sensible. I’ve been youth surfing.
Office Capers: Let’s get the show on the road!!
The travails at office today – BAA : Today I had my first crush Us: Your first ever? BAA (who has a new car): Yeah…I’ve been careful with the car all month Us: Oh..crash, not crush BAA: Yes, this guy came by and I sort of swung out. It wasn’t…
Girl Blogger – The Smaller, Louder Half
Today’s Times of India carries a story that the Indian blogger is more likely to be young and male.
55-Words: Permanence
The idea of permanence in two paintings, two poems.
Stat-check At Work
There are days I hate my job for how little time it leaves me for the rest of my life. And other days, I’m grateful for my job for the very same reason. This has been a week, month, no….six whole months of mad work. Time has passed and I…