A day in 55-word notes… ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~Last night It was madnessI’m not afraid of madnessIt’s the thought of being locked away for it that holds me backThat madness hasn’t left me; Oh joy!One moment, one blink…is all it needs. Love is madness, a screaming, hysterical madness. I fell asleep last night…
The sins of an over-hectic schedule caught up with me this weekend. I’ve been working quite hard and partying rather hard too, for my metabolism. When you wake up on a weekday (and in these times, on a weekend too), there isn’t a minute to be wasted. So much to…
A relationship in 55 words. She proposed. He declined. You’re too intense for me. He said then. A few years later, they met.He was older, she wiser. He frowned, I don’t like what you’ve become. You didn’t like me the way I was! She wanted to cry when he said…
Sex in 55 words. Carrie Bradshaw: Just when I thought I couldn’t get any higher….he spooned me. I asked him, I know why I love spooning. It feels good to be held and cuddled. But what’s it for you? He said, It also feels good to hold and cuddle someone….
Sometimes we are on the same train. I have a ‘subject-to-last-minute-change’ schedule. Maybe so does she. Is she a student? Or a working professional? She dresses like a teenager would, if she had the acquired sense of style that someone at least a decade older would have. Her face is…
I’ve discovered that the only way to survive Monday is to charge at it like you’re on a roller-coaster. Eyes closed, hurtle into it at top speed. It will be over before you know it and what’s more you may even have had fun. You can count the broken bones…
I am slowly but surely sinking in the quicksand of work. I initially called it a ‘sea of work’ but I realised I can swim. This is exactly like quicksand, the more you struggle, the faster you go down. Maybe I should stop telling people about my ‘dream job’. Every…
Last week, I was coming home and I stopped at a traffic signal. The car next to me had its windows down and the strains of When love and hate collide drifted to me. Oh, oh, oh. The pain of a treasured memory that will never be real again, is…
I started typing a reply in the comments section of a post and then realised it may as well be a post. So picking up Gaurav’s meme, I’ll add the Bollywood touch. Some filmi characters whose blogs I’d like to have seen: 1. Sambha (as of “Arre o Sambha, kitne…
Glasses that have to be just perfect for the drink they contain.A plaintive voice asking Don’t you serve wine in wine glasses? accompanied by a distressed-disgusted look.Non-plussed over why it is such a big deal. Amused.Thoughtful…I can’t bear to sit on a bed that has anything on it…clothes, books, bags,…