Navigating Family, Friendship, Marriage, Colleagues, Companions & other social connections
So I’ve done the ‘date a younger guy’ thing too. Don’t I sound deliciously cold about it? A once young nineteen-year-old me, on hearing about a friend’s new boyfriend exclaimed, But he’s younger than you! to which I got a succinct, if somewhat stiff, “So?” Well, I don’t know. I…
I love this song. Unabashedly. I wish I could dance outside in the rain singing this very song. In fact, maybe I will. I was talking to a friend about (what else?) a guy we both knew. Nothing much to tell except that he was cute and thought I was…
I asked Twitter what we look for in a partner. The responses made me ponder strength and how I seek it out in men. And other things that people look for.
Athens,sleeps outside my window tonightAnd so do you, a sea and a continent awayNo camera can capture,nor words describe what my eyes see In the city of the virgin goddess, a mortal woman sleeps alone. ~O~O~O~O~ A year later, in a city of no sleep and too much sex, she…
It occurs to me that I’m in the final stages of recuperation. Or rather, I’m like someone who was ill for a very long time without knowing it, then hospitalised, recovered, had a relapse and is now watching the last of the scabs fall off, the scars fade away. Melodramatic,…
I made a gameplan for my life at 17. Nothing went according to that plan. Most of all, I didn’t even think to wish for some of the bounty.
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…
I’m back from my week-long break and I’ll write a more detailed post in due course of time. It’s been a week full of experiences (traveling to another place always is, isn’t it?). I still have to sort out my thoughts, shake the sand out of my shoes (yes, there…
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…