Sensitive
Sensitive is simply how much you allow yourself to. To illustrate, a poem from long ago. Who do you suppose is being referred to here?
Sensitive is simply how much you allow yourself to. To illustrate, a poem from long ago. Who do you suppose is being referred to here?
“Does it get better?” she asks. She thinks because I’m older, I’ll also be wiser. Can I give her an honest answer?
Lunch at the cafe, alone. At long last. My thoughts and I dine together. I’m Jill and I want lunch. The host wants me to sit in any one of the dingy corners and ignore the brighter, roomier booths in the centre. I make a wry face so he concedes…
Who’s your Office Spouse? Mine is the voice you hear even before mine.
Raj Thackeray was arrested yesterday. Ho hum, so what else is new? I woke up to the news channels airing footage shot hours ago, of the MNS chief being escorted into the police van at Ratnagiri and a few fancy-looking maps showing blinking dots in the areas of Borivili, Andheri,…
I sailed the sea to the Greek islands and Turkey, promising myself I wouldn’t blog or stress or do any of my usual. Two days in, I reached for my pen.
I spotted this on the Mains and Crosses blog a while ago. I must stop to explain why I picked up this picture and decided to write a post about it. I am not religious; haven’t been for many years now. That picture is not visible on the blog anymore…
Being a nice girl comes with much social currency. But is being nice really that strong a moral virtue? I think not. And here’s why.
“He isn’t quite a male chauvinist, just an Indian man.” said a review about a character. What does this mean? I looked at the men in my life through this lens.
We do seem to have a rather strong foot festish here at I Style!, don’t we? Hmm, it seems to me like the only place we’re truly comfortable tucking away our individual style, is under our feet. The shoe-mania continues with something I spotted in one of the Catwalk stores…