Jack’s eyes lazily scanned the room, taking in all, accommodating none. Gillian paused mid-speech, in spite of herself and her breath stuck in her throat. Then she caught herself and smoothly moved on, ramming her words into each other to create an artful slip of tongue. The ripple of amusement…
I pondered my personal style and channeled it into a recipe for a cocktail – ably aided by a friend’s suggestion on his perfect poison.
I thought inspiration could only come from the young. But rejuvenation comes from those who have weathered it already. I had a little reminder.
Today is World Diabetes Day. It isn’t an occasion to wish anyone. It isn’t a day to start movements. All it seems to be is to think of some people.
Be it ever so dirty, polluted and crowded, there’s no place like amchi Mumbai!!!!!Need I say more? If a picture speaks louder than a thousand words, here’s two thousand then! I forgot that I sometimes detest pink when I saw this…
Personally I loathe the ‘s’ word. I’m no prude but it is just derogatory. On the other hand, it conveys a certain devil-may-care, FO attitude, doesn’t it? Or more aptly ,a fuck-me-or-fuck-off attitude. Perfect. That’s this man alright. Can I attempt to define the Male Slut? Rather tough. Let me…
Then that’s why there’s so much room for deja vu, familiarity and seemingly magical connections in my life. No wonder then I’m frequently bored…I’ve seen all of this before. Who’s got the time or the inclination..or the need, to recreate the entire production again? When all I have to do…
I wanted to write this last week but I’ve been running late on a lot of things and just haven’t had the time. Nnnneeeaaarrrrrggghhh. Now usually I like to be this one foot here/the other there sort of person who expounds on the scientific reason behind certain superstitions, the validity…
Had a thought – a few actually – in the last fortnight, that I haven’t had a chance to put down. I saw this movie and thought, I see ghosts too. They hurt me sometimes. They talk to me. They walk around like everyone else. They are the ghosts of…
You know what it’s like to wake up in the morning to a blaring alarm and you wonder what sort of perversion in the human mind permitted the invention of such a torturous experience? Till you remember that you set the alarm. You know what it’s like to bounce out…