Conversation with a colleague: Him: I think women (at work) come in two types. There are women like you – independent, strong-natured type…you know they aren’t going to burst into tears because you tell them you don’t like their work. Then there’s this other type you have to be careful…
I used to be a tomboy, fairly genderless inside my mind. Now I find I’ve come so far from there, I almost can’t relate to the male mind any more. While I will probably never be a princess, I’m a woman, undeniably.
I want to lay me down in the wet, squishy mud and let the moisture seep into my bones, the cold engulf me, numbing every nerve, blocking every vein…till the blood stops running, the breath slows down…slower…slower…slower. I wish life wouldn’t snap on and off like it usually does but…
For Shreyasi, who understands what I don’t say as well. And for the person this conversation happened with. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ How are things? What things? You know…are you dating anybody? I haven’t heard you talk about any women. I haven’t liked any women. Turn left here, it’s around the corner. What…
I might have missed this news if Best Friend hadn’t told me about it. I was horrified. I knew her when she was still a starry-eyed teenager. She was one of those tall, slender girls who carry themselves straight-backed and everyone else thinks they’re being snooty. But she wasn’t. She…
I know this is a slight bit late but what’s a week in a season of three months? My last impression of summer…doesn’t this look like one of those colourful photographs you see in Readers’ Digest about exotic Asian countries? Umm..of course we’re exotic and Asian as well. But I’m…
I saw a girl on the train carrying this bag that caught my eye. I asked her if I could take a picture of it and she agreed. A little surprised perhaps and guarded as anyone would be in this city of callous strangers but agreeable nevertheless. K (I forgot…
Even after my own parents throw up their hands in despair at my marital status (or the lack of it) and stop bugging me, there are others who will persist, good intentions intact. The results are sometimes howl-a-rious. See here: Oh dear, who will tell her that saying “I like…
It is always time for a change.
This one is for the people I’ve held in a mental embrace, without letting them know. Maybe someday I will. Maybe tomorrow will be that day.