Any Earthquakes Out There?
Reading an old comfort book gives recognition to the earthquakes still tremoring inside me.
Reading an old comfort book gives recognition to the earthquakes still tremoring inside me.
My highs & crashes are marked by my being in love. I’m beginning to wonder whether a relationship is worth the tumult. I’m peacefully single on the plateau.
I started ‘The Thirty Diaries’ a month before I hit 30. Now, six months from my 35th birthday, I do a mid-way check.
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
How am I? It’s pain like I cannot even begin to articulate. So much that I’m numb. A thick sheet of plastic over a boiling cauldron of black, festering poison. That’s me.
An email from out of the blue, reminded of odd feelings I’d forgotten and an end I hadn’t had.
I’m reclaiming my right to write. There’s much I’ve felt and been and heard and wanted to say but didn’t. A relationship, an engagement, a bitter breakup…aren’t all of these fodder for a feeling writer? And yet I’ve been quiet. I’ve been under a self-imposed gag order that no one…
This is over. I am single again. I don’t wish to say anymore about this right now. I believe I’ve spent as much of my life on this as is humanly possible and fair. I want to get on with the business of the rest of my life. So don’t…
Xion says that holding onto bad experiences is like watching a movie while thinking about the most disastrous film you’ve ever seen. But what do I do of the reminders?
I read an article which touched a raw nerve. The article had tips on how to break-up while avoiding the discomfort of the whole process. Now, having gone through this so very many times, I can attest to the fact that practice does not make perfect. There is no easy…