You Don’t Know Me
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
Navigating Family, Friendship, Marriage, Colleagues, Companions & other social connections
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
Walk the high road because that is the path that YOU deserve to walk on.
I went for a swim and then I went on a date.
There’s a certain kind of man who gets off on sad women. It’s an entire trope – The Depressed/Tortured/Troubled/Damsel-in-distress that the guy ‘rescues’ with minimal emotional investment by clowning around. He is not a Manic Pixie Dream Guy. No, the original in that trope is not a person and only…
I’m going to treat every meeting like it is a date. Here’s what it means. Here’s why I mean it. A date.
It’s precarious because what can balance atop slime for very long?
I see you look with yearning eyes for people who don’t make time and space in their life for you. I’ll be there to remind you as second best.
This is a writing experiment. The model in the featured image is my friend Anmol Karnik.
Eye contact. All the things it holds.
Do you remember your last kiss? Everyone remembers their first. But kisses lose significance as we get older.