When Douchey Men Have Daughters
All that noise and gunfire and the sound of grown men weeping? That’s just the sound of someone getting his just desserts.
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All that noise and gunfire and the sound of grown men weeping? That’s just the sound of someone getting his just desserts.
I cheated, slightly. This isn’t a brand new story but one I wrote some time ago and had reviewed by a small group. I improved it since their feedback. It’s about friendship.
I’m throwing a party, she says,and you’re not invited. Fine, he replies,Then be sure not to send me the bill.
Marol is where the ‘Mumbaiker spirit’ goes to die. *I should know, I grew up there.
Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking. I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,PERFECT. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
Dear men,
What’s that you say? Women don’t get into the friendzone? Allow me to introduce you to…
A review of ‘Insects are just like you and me except some of them have wings’ by Kuzhali Manickavel.
I painted the Mumbai skyline on an old pickle glass bottle.
A review of Devdutt Pattanaik’s ‘SITA’ contrasted with his other book ‘JAYA’.
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