T is for Truth or Dare
This is a story of one of my favorite games.
Friendship
B is for BFF
I cheated, slightly. This isn’t a brand new story but one I wrote some time ago and had reviewed by a small group. I improved it since their feedback. It’s about friendship.
A Generation Of ‘Forgive & Forget’
I went to lunch with a beloved aunt, last week. She is one of my role models, having blazed the corporate path in the 70s and faced racial and gender prejudices. She has also had a ‘love marriage’ to a wonderful but non-Tamilian man. We spoke of work (hers and…
A Conversational Weekend
Mumbaikers don’t consider a minute well-spent unless it’s used for something tangible. Conversations don’t count.
The Friendship Frisson
I like to call it a frisson in friendship, not even something important enough to merit beginning with capitals and being preceded with a ‘the’
I Wear: Oppum Dishpa Style
I spent a crazy five months jumping back into (and subsequently falling off) the ratrace. But it wasn’t without its moments. And people. Dispha is one of those delightful ones that people never tell you about when they’re scaring you about the perils of working life – a colleague who…
Where I Take The Power Back
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…
Remembering Rehab Chougle
She blogged. She tweeted. That’s how I know her. She liked reading. She liked sharing. Many XXFactored links came from her. She was still a girl. She was almost a woman. She was both. And she was discovering her ideas about womanhood & relationships. She had ambitions like everyone else….
One Of The Boys
I’ve recently been watching ‘My Boys’ on Comedy Central, a show about a woman (PJ) who hangs out with a bunch of guys who are her brother, an ex-boyfriend and couple of other male buddies.
Don’t Confuse Your Partner’s Friends For Your Own
Custody battles for friendship are no less ugly than those for children and possessions of an estranged couple.