NovelRace Week 5: The Lone Runner
On Novelrace this week, the first novels have already been completed, signalling the start of a new phase in the race. Dad gave me some insights.
Map Of Emotion
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
The Younger Man
So I’ve done the ‘date a younger guy’ thing too. Don’t I sound deliciously cold about it? A once young nineteen-year-old me, on hearing about a friend’s new boyfriend exclaimed, But he’s younger than you! to which I got a succinct, if somewhat stiff, “So?” Well, I don’t know. I…
NovelRace Week 4: If You Fall, Get Up & Run Again!
I slacked off Novelrace for a week, using my thirtieth birthday as an excuse. What did I learn in that stead? Because I am back and with lessons.
Dancing In The Rain
I love this song. Unabashedly. I wish I could dance outside in the rain singing this very song. In fact, maybe I will. I was talking to a friend about (what else?) a guy we both knew. Nothing much to tell except that he was cute and thought I was…
The 30 Diaries
I started the 30 diaries three months back because I couldn’t wait for the answers that I hoped would come to me with the big Three-O. I turned thirty yesterday and guess what? There are answers. Just waiting for the right questions to be answered. Just like 42 is the…
What Do We Look For In A Partner?
I asked Twitter what we look for in a partner. The responses made me ponder strength and how I seek it out in men. And other things that people look for.
Katy And I
My school had an interesting way of encouraging children to read. An annual Book Fair was held every year in a couple of the classrooms. After school-hours, parents coming to pick up their kids could buy those books. It was a much anticipated event for me and I’d go and…
Agni
Random impressions of fire safety brochures used to lie around the house. All of them came flooding in when Agni came visiting.
Haiku: Time, The Healer
The water of indifferencewears away eventhe ragged cliffs of pain ~O~O~O~O~ Walls crumbleI watch the dust flyEven my anger cannot defy time ~O~O~O~O~ Pain was powerto create new life, afterThe bigger magic is that even that ends
The Death Of Prince Charming
It occurs to me that I’m in the final stages of recuperation. Or rather, I’m like someone who was ill for a very long time without knowing it, then hospitalised, recovered, had a relapse and is now watching the last of the scabs fall off, the scars fade away. Melodramatic,…