Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
I was talking today about astrology, religion and mathematics. Is that an odd combination? It’s not….in the days of old, mathematicians, astronomers, philosophers, scientists, ‘men of god’ and artists were all called thinkers. Its about thought…pushing the boundaries of what we know and what we believe. The question is what…
Good job be damned.I don’t love it, I’m not passionate about it.I’m not passionate about anything.Bloody depressing realisation. The only trouble with having a male boss is that you can’t say “PMS” and expect any real sympathy . You can’t expect it from a female boss either, for that matter.Depressing…
He said, “Would you slap me if I asked you to spend the night with me?” I said, “No.”He looked positively thrilled as he squeaked, “Are you sure?” (Perhaps he assumed I was saying yes to the implied question when I said no to the direct one….does that make sense?…
I navigated heartbreak & healing when I revisited sites of old pain. A nostalgia trip helped me explore the map of my traumatic memories & brought me closure.
There is a world of difference between ‘student’ and ‘alumni’. If I had to write ‘Things they never told me about in b-school’, it would run into volumes.
Reflecting on Women’s Day, celebrating voices and the Blank Noise Project. A day of unexpected joys and appreciation for influential women. #WomensDay
Chatting with my cousin who’s in the middle of the placement week in top-notch b-school… He says that the international companies were all looking for women this year. All the women on campus had the most offers and best paychecks. I smirked when I typed “Maybe we just are superior”….
From childhood crafts to teenage pranks and memorable moments, explore the evolving perspective on Valentine’s Day. A celebration of love in its various forms.
There used to be an ad for a shampoo on TV that went “Dandruff is like ex-boyfriends…keeps coming back!” Of course I’m repeating myself. Yes, this is going to be a raving post. I don’t give a damn. So here’s presenting the must-read manual for ex-boyfriends. (How I wish I…
“Do you remember?” he asked.I was silent for a long moment.“Okay, I understand” he said and he walked away. And I was standing on the dark, shiny wet roadSpotted by the reflection of the street lampsThinking, “Do you really?” Do I remember? When I hug someoneMy arms seems to move…