The Vagina Dialogues – 2
My last post was a reaction to watching ‘The Vagina Monologues’. It opened up so much.
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The Vagina Dialogues
Eight years after hearing about it for the first time, I finally watched The Vagina Monologues. Wish me a happy birthday since I’m being reborn. On second thoughts, don’t say a word. Just listen as we speak – my vagina and I.
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I Style! – Spunky Spikes
I know someone whose mission statement has to be “Mujhse panga mat lena!” She fights off robbers single-handed, she champions the causes of Clean Mumbai, Feminism, Equal rights, Rakhi Sawant and Salman Khan. We love her anyway but for her kickass attitude, she gets the I Style! vote. And if you…
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Great Company: A Solo Date
Good morning, my lovely readers! I was almost tempted to say ‘ my garam-samosas’ and then I realised I was just carrying the Honey-from-HT Cafe hangover too far. 😀 I had the most brilliant day yesterday! The morning rain ruined the grand plans of the day for me….grrr, if I…
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In and Out
I like to make a grand entry and a quiet exit.At events, in situations and other people’s lives. There’s nothing quite like making a splash since most people believe in first impressions. On the other hand, goodbyes for me, need to be quiet,Like they almost never happened..so perhaps it will…
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Beautiful
You’re beautiful. For reasons I can’t explainI find my gaze pulled in the direction of youQuite incomprehensibly,I can’t think of a single intelligent thing to sayWhen you turn and smile at meAnd wait for me to behave like a normal human and respondBut I can’t. I’m lost in the wonder…
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My Ideas And I Often Talk To Each Other
This, she thought to herself, is uncomfortable. Bloody uncomfortable. Like being pregnant and not able to deliver. Or like being married to Prince Charming and not being able to make love to him. *Groan* Those lines might have been really good but sounded trashy. Only because…because…she gave up. I have…
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Tough Love
To the people we love the most, we are a little bit crueler.
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The Old Girls’ Club
I am part of that mob called the Old Girls’ Club. And when it out-numbers the rest, it’s all about loyalty to the tribe.
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First Rain
On the first week of June, Mumbai welcomed the monsoon of 2008. I watched it arrive, alone…which is probably the best way, with the rain. The skies heralded the season of water.And then I watched the drops paint the sidewalk a shiny, sheeny gloss of life.The traffic revved, feet sped…
