Why My Life Really Began At Thirty
I started ‘The Thirty Diaries’ a month before I hit 30. Now, six months from my 35th birthday, I do a mid-way check.
I started ‘The Thirty Diaries’ a month before I hit 30. Now, six months from my 35th birthday, I do a mid-way check.
Things that are just never ‘right’ Things that shouldn’t but do enough work well enough Things that are sure-fire bad ideas because…trust me, I’ve tried them!
This article (‘Learning to Measure Time in Love and Loss‘) may seem rather formulaic, soppy and trite to some of you. Maybe it is. I know I’m a soft touch for stories like this. But I also think, soft touches are getting increasingly rarer in a cynical today. Independence doesn’t…
I wonder if being thirty-four has changed in the last three decades.
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.
After the debacle of last year, I’ve learnt a few things. In fact, as far as lessons go, that experience has been a gift that keeps on giving. My mistakes give me better and better clarity on what it is that I really want. And perhaps life is nothing more…
The man I called ‘Mr.Everyday’ broke my heart and other things.
Mumbai, masquerading as the exception in a country that boasts of daughter-in-law burning, honor killing, female infanticide and as of December, gang-rapes in metros, has been outed.
You don’t have to be a ‘real’ anything to be real.
So much comes up in silence, even somebody else’s silence.