I wore a saree to a poetry event today. Unlike the last time, it was a rushed drape of an unstarched cotton. I look like an amma. But I was on my way to a new poetry event. And I thought it would be nice to do gentle romantic piece….
We settle for company since we can’t have companionship.
Two poems and some insights through the breathing. The poems are called ‘Patchwork Relationship’ and ‘Wrong Time’
Here’s my scathing tribute to motherhood.
I bought a Kindle. It opened my way back into books.
It is a lonely place, waiting for the world to catch up, knowing maybe no generation ever will.
Surviving in style is for the strong.
He is rebuilding his beliefs and his life. He’s also learning how to be an independent adult, possibly for the first time. And finally, he’s having to re-learn how to be around women.
How do you go from being a girl that boys like to being one of the boys?
He’s an artist of reality. He shootsseconds after the shutters clickwhen people aren’t posing anymore. Only with his eyes.