Friends
Friends used to be people I could talk to. Now I hang the tag of FRIEND on anyone who lets me be silent.
So India’s contribution to otherworldly beauties is pregnant. My first thought was that it wasn’t either parent who announced this news but the grandfather (and indisputably the more famous Bachchan). I wonder if someone were to ask the younger Bachchan how come he didn’t say anything, his reply would be,…
Sometimes I think the only reason women have a problem at all, is because of the fairytales that are fed to us as children, all ending predictably in ..and they lived happily ever after. So who knows what “happily ever after” really means? I’m just finding out. Nope, I haven’t…
The Other Side Of The Table by Madhumita MukherjeeMy rating: 5 of 5 stars If you’ve ever been a letter-writer, you will love this book. The story is told entirely through letters between two people. Letter-writing isn’t just a lot art, it’s a lost form of conversations. Time is the punctuation…
@ Rambler: 🙂 Yes, I do know what you mean.
Friends to me was just the sitcom for a long time, then few people changed that, now its more like people whom I need not speak to, to communicate, If you know what I mean
@ Supremus: 🙂 Glad you finally made it. And yes, I’m a creature of many moods, though this was more escapism than cynicism.
Came here through blogspot – no wonder my readers were not showing up your posts!! Domain is the way to go! Great theme btw.
And yeah, mmh, felt like a very cynical feeling hehe!