An Affair To Forget
The best of times. The worst of times. It was an affair to forget.
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The best of times. The worst of times. It was an affair to forget.
It is a day for almost-relationships. I woke up thinking of a blogger-friend I met only twice but imagined at our first meeting itself that we were great, great friends. Haven’t kept in touch but the feeling stays. If only we were in the same continent, if only I’d made…
He looks at her from the corner of his eyeThinking she won’t noticeSecretly hoping she willSo secret, he won’t even admit to himself She feels his lookLike sunlight, warm on her cheeksHer eyes stay downcastShielded from his blinding gazeWarmed nevertheless by its intensity Then it starts to rain.
I have a weakness for men in spectacles. Quite mad for them, in fact. Maybe I associate that with intelligence. Maybe it’s my Electra Syndrome.
I explore the difference between ownership and connection, and the destructive nature of jealousy compared to the compromises of possessiveness.
A short tale in 55 words about value, money and worth.
A 55 word tale about kissing.
A 55 word story about interactions and fair play.
Phone in hand, she dials with her thumb. It is a number that has traveled from a dog-eared phone diary, to an organizer, several internet address books, an online contacts list and a couple of mobile phones. As the number dials, she thinks back to the last time they spoke,…
I have a crush on a married man. I’ve had enough of crushes by now to deal with them with placidity. The reason I stopped to think about this one, is that the guy in question is so different from the kind of man I’m usually attracted to. He isn’t…