The Past In 55 Words
55 words: The past is a tricky creature. It never quite stays in its place, does it? It defines the path we take. It makes us who we are.
55 words: The past is a tricky creature. It never quite stays in its place, does it? It defines the path we take. It makes us who we are.
I wrote a tiny tale about an interview. Of a sort.
Based on a writing prompt by Manisha Lakhe at the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival.
I watched the movie ‘Turning Thirty’ yesterday. That title also describes my life. The film was a thoughtful experience.
She looked younger in real life. Younger, not better. At least, in the photograph on the website she was smiling. “Sandeep? Hi. Sharia.” He was already on his feet, shaking her hand. Then he stopped, hoping it wasn’t too vigorous a handshake and that her fingers weren’t hurting. He settled…
It’s been an eventful Christmas weekend. Watching your new significant other with other people is an interesting experience.
Like every good Mumbaiker, I would spend about an hour and half commuting to work each morning. Once I got in, I’d perch on my chair, waiting for my colleague to arrive. She’d walk in about 10 minutes later, switch on her computer, rearrange her desk and give me a…
This Telegraph article made me laugh. I quote: “You have beautiful eyes” was by far the most used compliment, picked by almost a quarter of all men, but only the third most successful. The least used line was “You have beautiful ears”, which was also the second least effective line…
“Why do we trade in the attention of a hundred men for the indifference of one?”
I received a corporate reward. My mother had a suggestion on how to spend the money. I’ve never been a girly girl but might I be a material girl?
It is hard being a woman. The whole multi-tasking thing is starting to fire on us in a beeg way and I have a sneaky suspicion that men are sniggering at us from behind their hands (or err, gadgets).