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I’ve had a strange relationship with music. I’m musical but not by identity. I remember listening to Winds of change by the Scorpions on my Walkman, lying between bundles of sheets and clothes in a corner bedroom. I remember that I was wearing a pair of corduroys that seemed to…
The literary world is never boring. And social media is never quiet. Put them together and what have we? My new passion is the NovelRace.
We continue the foot fetish at I Style!. I’m getting rather tired of saying it but we really express our secret, colourful side only on our feet! Still, they do say that you can tell a person by his/her shoes. So here goes a very young lady who traipsed into…
I found this piece I wrote dated 20 February 2002. I was doodling about inspiration in the back bench of a classroom.
I found my first grey hair last month. I started screaming. I don’t know what surprised me more, the grey hair or my reaction to it. I always thought I’d age gracefully. I always imagined that I wasn’t vain. I guess I had also assumed that I would be doing…
Reading Jhumpa Lahiri’s ‘The Namesake’ and watching the film based on it, made me reflect on trust – how each generation perceives it in their relationships.
I’ve just returned from an old-fashioned family vacation at the ‘native place’, complete with grand-parents, cousins and mangoes. It was nice to not have to be a boss, a sparkling wit, a responsible citizen, a busy commuter or any of those multitudinous other roles I seem to keep juggling. On…
A few thoughts on alcohol… Don’t drink and drive!! Yes, I really do believe that! I don’t endorse rich brats mowing down pavement dwellers in their inebriation. Okay, public service message done, I’ll proceed with my more mundane thoughts on inebriation. Every drink is unique as is every experience of…
Alcohol is like a man. In its many variations, delightful or otherwise, it mirrors the vagaries of my favorite vice. Here’s how. Breezer – This is the boy you grew up with, the one who sat next to you in fourth grade and helped you with your homework. You don’t…
I painted a peacock (India’s national bird) on a purple cotton top. This is my adventure into wearable art.