You take a look around and mentally divide everything you see in half. You color code, (all in your head of course) what’s indisputably yours and what’s their’s. And finally, you get to what’s yours collectively and groan mentally at the difficult conversation you’re going to endure. They’re very likely…
I decided to pick happiness over drama this time and funnily enough, it actually was enough. I’m getting to be okay again.
I read this post at the Caferati Open Mic at Prithvi the day before yesterday. Coming on the heels of a 2-hour commute, it felt especially apt. 🙂 And the evening ended on a lovely note and I went home.
Spotted on the side of a building wall. I’m guessing the dangling man offering the modak came later. Street art is an ever evolving form, after all.
There’s much that’s great about Mad Men – the story, the characters, the “Oh my God, it’s Lucky Strikes!” kind of references that have adpeople drooling. And then of course there are the clothes. Spanning the swirly skirts of the sixties to bellbottoms & miniskirts of the seventies (my favorite…
The Mumbaiker starts the day with a prayer to guide them through the daily adventure that is a public commute.
A review of ‘Salt & Saffron’ by Kamila Shamsie
It struck me last night, when I was sitting on the floor of a slight friend’s house, talking to another friend when she asked me, “So how are you doing?“ Then she looked at me straight in the eye and pointed to her own heart. I stared back, a fraction…
A cry of pain. The ten thousand fragments of my heart are the least of my worries when I’m a skinned being.
Is the Good Boy really that much better than the Bad Boy?