Body image, Beauty perceptions & standards, Sex, Sexuality, Reproductive health, Physical fitness
Delhiwallas hit on youMumbai men check you outBangalore’s dudes stare in open admirationChennai guys ogle …..and when I smile, the coffee-bar guy gives me a mug full of warm, liquid chocolate to pour as I like into my drink. The men from the office complex adjoining mine turn their heads…
There are things about relationships that I don’t understand. We have words for some of them that sound as if they’re answers but I still don’t understand.
Last month I wrote about my first pair of wedge heels. It opened up my eyes to the world of shoe experiences.
When I was about 17, I was suddenly fascinated by salwaar-kameezes. My mom, delighted with my sudden interest helped me build a collection of fabrics from around the country. Fab India, Nalli and the local markets helped. And the local darzi was a genius with the needle. So my lovely…
Physical pain is a symptom that something is wrong; an alarm that something needs attention. And it keeps getting stronger and stronger till at some point of time you just pass out or at the very least turn numb. That’s because the pain-alarm is obviously failing to grab your attention…
My latest obsession is Sex and the City. For the past few days I’ve been wrapped up in the love lives of Carrie, Samatha, Miranda and Charlotte, dazzled by the wardrobes and their lifestyles, amused by their incessant man-izing (!) and thoughtful over the dilemmas they face. Okay, I know…
Maybe I’ve just been watching too many episodes of Sex and the City but then, I’ve also been pondering on committment-phobias a lot recently. The last episode I watched ended with Mr.Big (Carrie Bradshaw’s grand love) getting engaged to someone else and Carrie musing: Maybe I hadn’t broken him in…
We all know that men never listen. Hearing is the curse of the non-masculinity endowed. I’ve had to remind certain people of things I’ve stated categorically earlier. I am a great friend. I’m worth my weight (or in my case, at least fifty times my weight) in gold as a…
I went to yoga class this morning. After over 7 months. I reacquainted with my breath. Spring-clean the mind & spirit through gentle awareness & understanding.
I was at the hospital last week. This particular time reminded me of several other visits where I didn’t have the space to think. Had I just been anesthetized?