A Rather Long Monologue But It’s Poetic
A monologue because is love ever anything else? If we’re lucky both faces of love are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways.
A monologue because is love ever anything else? If we’re lucky both faces of love are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways.
Flirting feels like a party I wasn’t invited to. A concert playing all around me & everyone’s vibing, except me.
Our political beliefs come from deeply ingrained personal affections, loyalties and yes, traumas.
I wrote to all the guys who list ‘long drives’ as what they like on dating apps
Bombay Begums follows a formula of casting, tropes & production values. But it brings up some interesting questions.
What makes a person a good conversationalist?
Is Women’s Day feminist or the exact opposite?
I think I can only experience romance when I feel happy. I can only play the games of flirting when playfulness is possible. I can only smile at the mirth of charm when I’m just looking for an excuse to smile anyway. That’s why love becomes a common destination for…
Whew pink season is over, what a relief! To paraphrase Mad Men, romance was invented by capitalists to sell more stuff. Valentine’s Day single-handedly created an economy of greeting cards, pink teddy bears & red hearts. Nothing wrong in these, of course. But let’s not pretend it’s something else.
Why are traits like gentleness, delicacy and modesty considered feminine?