My Inner Madonna
I almost said no and called this post ‘Not A Party Girl’. Instead, today I chose my Inner Madonna.
Navigating Family, Friendship, Marriage, Colleagues, Companions & other social connections
I almost said no and called this post ‘Not A Party Girl’. Instead, today I chose my Inner Madonna.
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
“How did we ever get here?” Aarav was sitting up in bed.
“You’re a con. None of these things work.” said Shayla shaking the tiny glass bell with the silver heart for a clapper. It was pretty but Shayla wouldn’t admit that. She settled for holding it with the tips of her manicured fingers. “That’s not true. I don’t lie.” Deerun replied,…
Indian men can be supportive, understanding, generous as long as you fit a certain idea of womanhood. This love is transactional.
He doesn’t think it’s cheating. Nobody can point a finger at him for looking out of his own window. But Susheel admits, he wouldn’t tell anybody else about her. He hasn’t even talked to Reman about this thing and Reman is his best friend. But that was because in the…
You never quite realize how much you live under fear until you break free of it. I am not scared of anybody.
I think a lot of women are programmed to play Florence Nightingale. That’s why the idea of the tormented, disturbed man fascinates so many of us. It’s a cringe-worthy but true fact that the protagonist of the bestselling ‘Fifty Shades of Grey‘ is nothing more than a self-obsessed, abusive, damaged…
I spent a crazy five months jumping back into (and subsequently falling off) the ratrace. But it wasn’t without its moments. And people. Dispha is one of those delightful ones that people never tell you about when they’re scaring you about the perils of working life – a colleague who…
A review of ‘How to be good’ by Nick Hornby