“Flowers and chocolate. Jewellery is always welcome, of course. And don’t be shy of perfumes.” Sheena announced. A grunt was all she got for her airy declarations, before Ajit turned to the waiter. Sheena slumped back in her seat, downcast. Maybe talking about jewelery and perfume was a bit much….
It turns out that May is Short Story Month. So I’m going to try and serve up a Tiny Tale every day through May. Enjoy! ====================================================== Chandran stepped into his hawai chappals, grimacing. Even his slippers were slick with sweat. Nevertheless, he moved to the balcony, hoping the sky would…
Going solo is a constant journey of self-discovery. I started mine with a movie ticket for one. A friend said she’d never do that. Then she surprised me.
It’s no secret, my grand love affair with books. I’ve also written about my obsession with bookstores, big and small. Flipkart has replaced Landmark in my affections because it’s so much more convenient. But I do miss the adventuring that went with real world, poking-through-shelves book browsing. A bookworm needs…
For best results, paste on electric box. This month’s blockbuster promises to be quite electrifying: Current Maare Goriya
Let us be playersLet us be opponentsLet us be partners-in a dance, in a game Let us be loversLet us be othersLet us be close, only in name Let us be foesLet us be strangersLet us be okay with all things not being the same Let us be all theseLet…
I razzed up an antique tussar silk saree with a different drape and an unusual accessory. This was for a friend’s wedding.
I first heard about S.E.C.R.E.T. in online forums discussing (and bashing) 50 Shades of Grey. 50 Shades, of course, had achieved cult status, a sort of adult Twilight for our times. Its terrible nature notwithstanding, 50 Shades may have brought the genre of sexual writing into popular and acceptable bookshelves….
Yesterday I was denied entry into a building. I was there to attend a business event, peopled by serious professionals. The reason for my not being allowed admission is that I was wearing a dress. I think the details of the dress are not important but anticipating debate on that,…
Madame Bovary by Gustave FlaubertMy rating: 2 of 5 stars The original is in French and I read the English translation by Alan Russell (Penguin Popular Classics). I’m rather a novice with reading the classics so the writing seemed rather excessively descriptive and flowery to me. Perhaps with some books,…