I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and…
This week a couple that I’m friends with, brought the M-word into their relationship. He popped the question, she said yes. Then (as she put it), they fell somewhat silent, seemed to lose their appetites, finished a quick meal and headed home. I spoke to her late in the night…
I saw the movie ‘Gravity’ this week. If you haven’t seen it already, I suggest you don’t read this post further. This isn’t a review but it may contain spoilers. Watching Sandra Bullock free float in outer space for two hours made me think how much gravity limits as well…
I brought a handful of chillis to lunch. For the past four years, I’ve been evolving from my identity as defined by my family, my job, my age and my background and transitioning into something that goes beyond these things. I find I like vibrancy, quirkiness and originality. I also…
I pour my blood, sweat and tears so colour may flow out of my fingers and stain your world in brilliant hues.
I used to love that I was ‘one of the guys’. I grew up loving their rough-and-tumble ways. Those days are past. I don’t like being with men anymore.
miss how easy it used to be to fall in love. I miss its effortlessness. I miss not even knowing that it could be an effort.
* Earlier here as Extremist.
Who needs a lava lamp when you can create a slice of psychedelic paradise for yourself? This is an old olive jar, painted with a tropical beach scenery and inlit with a blue LED strip. It serves as a perfect (and portable) nightlamp.
#Ideastory is a tag that I use to post 140 character story bits onto Twitter. My mood was Strangelove today and here are the tales I told: ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ I’m tired of romance, she says, it’s what men use to bribe me into bed.Fine, he says, wanna fuck then eat the…