Protection – A Monologue
A man’s protection of a woman – what is the foundation of this? And how does this masculine protectiveness work for a modern, independent woman?
Musical Memory
I’ve had a strange relationship with music. I’m musical but not by identity. I remember listening to Winds of change by the Scorpions on my Walkman, lying between bundles of sheets and clothes in a corner bedroom. I remember that I was wearing a pair of corduroys that seemed to…
A Friendly Date And Some More Revelations
Yesterday I went out with a friend whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in eight years. This is one of my memorable Facebook moments since that’s how I found him after all these years. It was an odd, intense friendship back then and for various reasons, we just lost…
NovelRace Week 5: The Lone Runner
On Novelrace this week, the first novels have already been completed, signalling the start of a new phase in the race. Dad gave me some insights.
The Younger Man
So I’ve done the ‘date a younger guy’ thing too. Don’t I sound deliciously cold about it? A once young nineteen-year-old me, on hearing about a friend’s new boyfriend exclaimed, But he’s younger than you! to which I got a succinct, if somewhat stiff, “So?” Well, I don’t know. I…
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.
Featured In Mail Today, South Delhi Plus: Confessions Of A Netaholic
I was quoted in a Mail Today piece on internet addiction with a separate column titled ‘Confessions of a Netaholic’.
NovelRace Week 4: If You Fall, Get Up & Run Again!
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.
Dancing In The Rain
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…
The 30 Diaries
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…