The League of Ex-girlfriends
The one safety valve on a man who goes with too many women is the fact that there are that many vindictive/resentful/ unsure-about-feeling women to league with.
The one safety valve on a man who goes with too many women is the fact that there are that many vindictive/resentful/ unsure-about-feeling women to league with.
Yes, there’s more. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Do banished memories go to hell? I hope not, ‘cos I’ll only end up meeting them there again. Besides they deserve better, so much better than the darkness in my mind. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ A friend who hurts you….is the one most likely to come back and apologize….is the…
Jeffrey Archer on Landmark tour! ..proclaims a hoarding on Andheri Link Road a few feet before Infiniti Mall which houses the Landmark store. The lower two floors look fairly sane, I think to myself as far as weekdays go. Even the second floor which looms into sight as the escalator…
The last fifteen days of summer!! Already the dark clouds have started gathering in the sky, heralding the onset of monsoon…very soon. *Sigh* Three months of muddy feet, browned clothes, greasy hair and the sniffles. The whole country thinks that rains are romantic and looks forward to the dark clouds…
As we walked in through the glass door, the security guard gave me a perfunctory look-over. Then proceeded to pat my dad down, the full hands on treatment.
The thing that makes a city interesting is the fact that there could be a surprise waiting for you at any corner. I often think I’m jaded with the proverbial ‘I’ve seen it all’ attitude to things that are supposed to catch my interest. And then I’m proven wrong. Here’s…
Who is the Mona Lisa talking to?
When I was a kid, I remember a huge tin drum standing right next to our kitchen sink. It was taller than I was and was used to store water. Water, precious water, worth everything in summer. Do I exaggerate? I was around 5 or 6 then. Old enough to…
An old post…one that I didn’t deem ‘good enough’ for publishing. But now I think the rawest, deepest expressions are probably the best. And anonymous or not, this blog has been about my personal expression. So here it it…the year that was. I’m glad to get it off my mind….
It’s hard to supress that innate sense of superiority in pulling out a book and placing it in the ‘right’ stack along with others in the genre. So pop fiction to the sides, classics in the middle, bestsellers on top. Then realisation strikes that the dynamics of cataloguing work differently in a street-stall.