Celebrations are things you don’t exactly notice until you have to make a conscious effort to make them happen. Christmas season has been an integral part of my life for years and years now – one of the consequences of growing up in a Christian environment and having a devout…
On Facebook while I wait for E Vestigio to turn up for our Sunday evening catch-up/gripe/giggle dinner-date. Clearing out pending messages, updated status (blah, I’m running out of exciting things to claim I’m doing) and even looked into Twitter. And now this idle mind turns to mischief. So I use…
“Does it get better?” she asks. She thinks because I’m older, I’ll also be wiser. Can I give her an honest answer?
I spotted this on the Mains and Crosses blog a while ago. I must stop to explain why I picked up this picture and decided to write a post about it. I am not religious; haven’t been for many years now. That picture is not visible on the blog anymore…
I was burrowing through my closet the other day. Buried beneath the long-forgotten scarves and shawls and tee-shirts, I found an album. Just before he left for his first trip back home to Delhi, he asked me, What shall I get you from there? And I said. Yourself. Lots of yourself….
My last post was a reaction to watching ‘The Vagina Monologues’. It opened up so much.
Eight years after hearing about it for the first time, I finally watched The Vagina Monologues. Wish me a happy birthday since I’m being reborn. On second thoughts, don’t say a word. Just listen as we speak – my vagina and I.
I like to make a grand entry and a quiet exit.At events, in situations and other people’s lives. There’s nothing quite like making a splash since most people believe in first impressions. On the other hand, goodbyes for me, need to be quiet,Like they almost never happened..so perhaps it will…
Yes, there’s more. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Do banished memories go to hell? I hope not, ‘cos I’ll only end up meeting them there again. Besides they deserve better, so much better than the darkness in my mind. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ A friend who hurts you….is the one most likely to come back and apologize….is the…
When I was a kid, I remember a huge tin drum standing right next to our kitchen sink. It was taller than I was and was used to store water. Water, precious water, worth everything in summer. Do I exaggerate? I was around 5 or 6 then. Old enough to…