Material Girl
As I step out, Madonna’s ‘Material Girl’ plays in my head. I’m going to own a diamond. But this time, no boys are lining up to pay.
As I step out, Madonna’s ‘Material Girl’ plays in my head. I’m going to own a diamond. But this time, no boys are lining up to pay.
I spend most of my waking day at work. It is my home and the holder of my identity. How can the space not be important?
I keep getting asked why I want commitment if it’s such a terrible thing. My reasons may not be all deeply soulful or romantic or even honorable.
I’m reading a book called Rubbish Boyfriends. But hang on, that’s not all that’s responsible for this mood o’ mine. I’ve been talking (and talking and talking) to the following women: A has been steadily (as opposed to happily) married to a ‘Who says we get it right the first…
Chick Lit is the new Romance Novel. And it isn’t. It’s empowering in a very strange way.
Motherhood. Have you thought about it? I have.
Being a nice girl comes with much social currency. But is being nice really that strong a moral virtue? I think not. And here’s why.
“He isn’t quite a male chauvinist, just an Indian man.” said a review about a character. What does this mean? I looked at the men in my life through this lens.
I was quoted in a Hindustan Times story about women bloggers and the problems we face. The story is titled ‘Blogos Unf@air’.
A love story and a heartbreak story may go on to become the origin story of a real woman. I saw one play out before my eyes when I was in college.