Finding myself at a lull between sumptuous stories, I wandered into a familiar storyline. And just like that, I found friends again.
I love a good romcom. I am a feminist. I’ve always been conflicted about ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’.
I’m currently watching the TV series, Masters of Sex. It was the first show I began on Netflix when I first subscribed. I had to stop and move to other things that were easier. I’ve tried to come back several times and I think this time I’ll manage to finish…
I have been a fan of the romcom since it became possible for me to choose what to watch. Now, I find myself wincing during rewatches.
Breakups need to be grieved. Grieving is messy and the path to healing isn’t straight. But if you have the space & support, it happens.
He is rebuilding his beliefs and his life. He’s also learning how to be an independent adult, possibly for the first time. And finally, he’s having to re-learn how to be around women.
A BiFF is like one of the X-Men. A good BiFF is all good things rolled into one, like Human Being Plus. Wait, what’s a BiFF?
Like every other aspect of Mumbai life, dating here is stressful. My result driven city has made a corporate exercise out of the experience of finding connections!
I’m a regular packrat and on a good day, I can pull out water bottle, mirror, hairbrush, hand sanitizer, face towel, book, notepad or pen from my bag, in addition to the mandatory stuff.
A common joke doing the rounds a couple of years back was that the measure of a man’s love for his woman was his willingness to sit through a romcom (especially Sex & The City, Confessions Of A Shopaholic & the Twilight series). By that same logic, I think I’ve…