Things I Wrote At Sea
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.
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Finding My Religion
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…
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Not A Nice Girl
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.
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Just An Indian Man
“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.
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I Style! – Beautiful Buggers
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…
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SMS
1:25 a.m. is more Saturday night than Sunday morning, no matter what the calendar says. After a day of light drizzle or no rain, the clouds let themselves go again. For a few seconds all I can hear is the rain. Not the sound the ground makes as the water…
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Blogos Unf@air: Quoted in Hindustan Times article on Women Bloggers
I was quoted in a Hindustan Times story about women bloggers and the problems we face. The story is titled ‘Blogos Unf@air’.
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Misquoted in DNA story on Professional Bloggers
On Sunday, DNA ran a story about professional bloggers. I recognized Gautam Ghosh in there and oh, what’s this – I found my own name there too! What on earth am I doing in a story about earning money from blogging? Nothing I’ve seen in the past four years leads me to believe…
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I Am Jill ‘s Last Wish
I started with a wish and turned it into a story. This is a revised version after Kavita Bhanot’s workshop on fiction writing.
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Waltz In Matunga
An appointment on my calendar had me venturing out of the busy suburbs and into the quieter heartland of what is otherwise town. Matunga was an adventure.
