Two To Tango, Two To Talk
It takes two to tango. It takes two to talk. Maybe they’re not that different after all. Shall we?
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
It takes two to tango. It takes two to talk. Maybe they’re not that different after all. Shall we?
A poem about the Modern Woman. The image is a rangoli I did, copying the cover of Diwali Malar.
Don’t we all know a guy who promises the world to every second girl, believing correctly that she’ll keep it to herself because, it still isn’t done for a girl to admit that she’s been with a guy? There is nothing to check him from repeating the same over and over again in future relationships.
I first wrote about the hand in the crowd for Blank Noise Project’s blog-a-thon. The post featured on Yahoo! Real Beauty and also on BlogAdda’s Spicy Picks.
Remember the Bournvita Quiz contest with Derek O’ Brien with its jingle that went ‘Ba-ba-luba-ba-ba-books-books-BOOKS!’? Much of a person’s attitude to reading depends on the books they’ve experienced, especially early in life. I was fortunate enough to meet a number of stories, early in my childhood. I think the best…
I miss my anonymity. I miss the charm of, “So who is Ideasmith really?” I miss the lightness of being unknown.
It is a fact that the social environment is very different today than the one in which my parents met and started their relationship. Neither mum nor dad really have independent friend circles, let alone know too many single people of their generation. I belong to several social circuits that…
Update in 2023: In the mid 2000s, I was an anonymous blogger, soldiering my way through patriarchal India and a newer internet. A lot of people tried to trick me into offering more information about myself, many just demanded it. At that time, one reader sent me an email on…
LiesSmall lies, white lies,Untruths, fabrications,Great deceptionsEasy, familiar wordsOr even none at all They must weigh somethingThe truth as heavy as it is, just won’t compareFor that lie stands,seemingly a smokescreenBut really a solid wallBuilt on the crumbling foundation of your face It sinksEver so slowlyDown from your eyes, into your…
Xion says that holding onto bad experiences is like watching a movie while thinking about the most disastrous film you’ve ever seen. But what do I do of the reminders?