A short tale in 55 words. Her parents say that she was born talking. Then she discovered writingEnglish grammar compositionsStories and poetryLetters and emailsChats and instant messagingSMSes, Orkut scrapsResumes and reports Then she stumbled onto bloggingAnd anonymous postingEven editing and deletingAnd much later, private publishing But silence is yet to…
I have a weakness for men in spectacles. Quite mad for them, in fact. Maybe I associate that with intelligence. Maybe it’s my Electra Syndrome.
I explore the difference between ownership and connection, and the destructive nature of jealousy compared to the compromises of possessiveness.
A short tale in 55 words about value, money and worth.
The thought that everyone’s expecting me to be cheery, happy, and ebullient…usually has the reverse effect on me. Intoxication, it’s not fun.
A ballad for the one who shines a light in my mind. And on my path.
A 55 word tale about kissing.
When I was a kid I loved sparrows. I wouldn’t say all nature as that’s plants and birds. Not all birds. Not crows…I still hate them…there’s an annoying one (or several perhaps…damn they all look the same!) that serenades me at my window at exactly 7 a.m. on a Sunday…
We survive. We hurt. We thrive. It’s all in a day’s work on a Mumbai train.
A 55 word story about interactions and fair play.