Christmas Gift
It’s been an eventful Christmas weekend. Watching your new significant other with other people is an interesting experience.
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It’s been an eventful Christmas weekend. Watching your new significant other with other people is an interesting experience.
Another Ideart opportunity and my marketing mind tells me this should be called co-branding. 🙂 At the Mood Indigo-BlogCamp Dec 2010 that happened over the weekend, I had a chance to showcase one of my works. I first met Meetu at a common friend’s party. A few months later, we…
Like every good Mumbaiker, I would spend about an hour and half commuting to work each morning. Once I got in, I’d perch on my chair, waiting for my colleague to arrive. She’d walk in about 10 minutes later, switch on her computer, rearrange her desk and give me a…
This Telegraph article made me laugh. I quote: “You have beautiful eyes” was by far the most used compliment, picked by almost a quarter of all men, but only the third most successful. The least used line was “You have beautiful ears”, which was also the second least effective line…
“Why do we trade in the attention of a hundred men for the indifference of one?”
Recently, a friend updated his relationship status on Facebook to the now-familiar status of ‘X is now in a relationship’ preceded by the ubiquitous red heart. He received a barrage of comments specially alluding to the fact that he has been in said relationship for years now. Last year I…
Among other things, I’ve been discovering the joys of vanity since I quit my job and have had a lot more time to myself. It’s quite wonderful, caring for oneself and looking good-feeling good. Mr.Everyday, on the other hand, is determined to win the title for ‘Most Likely to Be…
I received a corporate reward. My mother had a suggestion on how to spend the money. I’ve never been a girly girl but might I be a material girl?
You reached out your heart to me. What I found, tied me to you. What we are, is a kite.
My heart is a sieve. Shot with tiny holes.