The 30s Are A PostWar Dream
The 30s are early midlife crisis after the disillusionment of the 20s.
The 30s are early midlife crisis after the disillusionment of the 20s.
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.
Hello 2015, Welcome in. You are going to occupy my life starting now. And I’m welcoming you in. I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time now. You see, you end with a 5 which is a very nice satisfying number to be. I wouldn’t call…
When you miss someone, you think of all that happened and wonder,
A body that works without medication. Food in my stomach even before I’m hungry. The safety to walk on the roads by myself. Life.
So it’s that time of the year again, the time to take stock and look back. Funnily enough, for a compulsive organizer/list-maker like me, it isn’t coming naturally this time round. Even funnier considering it isn’t just year end but decade end and actually end of the first decade of…
I wasn’t a cool kid or a hip teenager. But I had a plan. A decade later, I look back and wonder, how did things turn out so differently?
I keep taking U-turns in life. If you knew where you wanted to really go, maybe you wouldn’t have to turn back. Can you make a U-turn on reclaimed land? Would that be re-reclaimed territory then? On another note, this clean, non-congested road is in Mumbai. And yes, in one…
A relationship in 55 words. She proposed. He declined. You’re too intense for me. He said then. A few years later, they met.He was older, she wiser. He frowned, I don’t like what you’ve become. You didn’t like me the way I was! She wanted to cry when he said…
This day of August is a milestone.