The Dirty Boy Habit
My father does it. I remember my cousin doing it from the summer he stayed with us. And now, to my horror and disgust, I find the boy does it too!
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My father does it. I remember my cousin doing it from the summer he stayed with us. And now, to my horror and disgust, I find the boy does it too!
There must have been as many women as men in the audience. The television was switched on an hour early, by my mother, not father. On Saturday night, the entire country, gender irrespective, celebrated India’s win of the World Cup 2011. Everyone on my Facebook and Twitter feeds was talking…
We spend our lives organising the world a certain way. Then someone comes along with their own set of rules. Thus we get inherited relationships.
Our hearts twist and turn their way through other people’s lives and leave behind wreckage and memories.
I met a young man last year who was smart, successful, charming and good-looking. He was also single and he explained why, saying, “There’s such a strong pressure on girls to land a good catch that I can never tell whether they like me for me or just because I’m…
I read an article which touched a raw nerve. The article had tips on how to break-up while avoiding the discomfort of the whole process. Now, having gone through this so very many times, I can attest to the fact that practice does not make perfect. There is no easy…
To ‘the one special woman’, You are the stuff of memories that never fade, rust or get forgotten. You are the overriding factor above everything hormonal, practical, emotional, logical and fair. Indeed, you must be special. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Do you know who I am? I…
You’re in trouble when you start believing your own good press. But you’re a woman when you start believing your own bad press. What we girls need is a little less guilt and tad more thoughtlessness. A version is posted to Yahoo! Real Beauty.
There’s a common notion that women are programmed to love the idea of marriage, thanks to the paraphernalia of weddings. But that isn’t why I don’t want to marry.
E Vestigio dropped in a fortnight ago to keep me company, to gup a bit and to cheer me up. She brought with her two books, my belated birthday gifts. Book recommendations from E are always interesting, given her diverse reading habits. Her gifts were ‘The Interpretation Of Murder‘ by…