The Broken Glass Inside My Head
It’s a post-apocalyptic world inside my head. Watching ‘Deadpool’ was a nasty reminder. But so was sympathy from a stranger.
Love
Love As A Matter of Habit
A friend defined love as ‘a form of OCD’. I pondered the idea and it gave me a way out of an end-of-love situation.
The Suicide Pact
The path to healing has plateaus more than valleys & troughs. This is a suicide pact with my life as a writer.
Completely Pointless Ramblings on Love
Today I’m going to talk about love. It’s an overused term, I know. But I haven’t written about it in a long time. Not really. I have been suspicious of love, waged war with it, tried to control it, compartmentalise it and even ignore it. Today, I sit down with…
The Completely Bearable Lightness of Being 35
I feared the mundanity of 35. I’m learning it’s not mundane when it happens naturally.
When Did ‘I’m Married’ Become A Pick-Up Line?
Why are married men openly partaking of mating rituals? And why are women falling for them?
Social, Secretly Human
A new social app called SECRET has me intrigued with the possibility of actual human connections again.
City | Fiction | Relationships
#IdeaStory: Merry-Go-Round
Life with youis like being on a merry-go-round, she says.But, he asks, did you see the view?Yes, she says, on our next upswing.
#IdeaStory: Mermaid
You learnt to float, she yells,ducking under him smoothly.When she surfaces,he’s walking on the water.Away.
V is for Victoria Terminus
On 26 Nov’08, a young man walked into a train station and changed the lives of millions of people forever. I am one of those people, because I am a Mumbaiker.