A Room To Call One’s Own
This story is written in third person and in the first person. I am really looking for feedback here so be brutal. Here’s ‘A Room To Call Own’ in two takes.
This story is written in third person and in the first person. I am really looking for feedback here so be brutal. Here’s ‘A Room To Call Own’ in two takes.
I was quoted in a Mail Today piece on internet addiction with a separate column titled ‘Confessions of a Netaholic’.
I slacked off Novelrace for a week, using my thirtieth birthday as an excuse. What did I learn in that stead? Because I am back and with lessons.
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 started the 30 diaries three months back because I couldn’t wait for the answers that I hoped would come to me with the big Three-O. I turned thirty yesterday and guess what? There are answers. Just waiting for the right questions to be answered. Just like 42 is the…
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.
Self care is like tending to an inner garden.
My school had an interesting way of encouraging children to read. An annual Book Fair was held every year in a couple of the classrooms. After school-hours, parents coming to pick up their kids could buy those books. It was a much anticipated event for me and I’d go and…
NovelRace, I’m very happy to note, is up and running well. It has been exactly a fortnight since I signed up and it has actually been an adventure so far.
I find myself in a hectic life, juggling plans, people and work. And none of these plans are centered around men. What does that make me now?