Forget about being nice. Just stay curd rice.
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Curd rice on the streets. Mor mollagai in the sheets.
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Kadipatta must be sent to jail for showing up in curd rice.
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My balanced diet of curd rice, workaholism, wine and male tears.
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It’s not over until curd rice.
This occured to me the very first time I saw ‘The Namesake‘ but laziness and other such things kept me from blogging about it right then. I’ve just finished reading Jhumpa Lahiri’s book. As an aside, it’s a lovely story, the book even better than the already excellent movie. You…
When a wave of stories about men’s atrocities began coming out a couple of years ago, she and I found ourselves shoulder to shoulder and talking. And we also discovered a mutual love of sarees, especially when personalised to our contemporary lifestyles.
Yesterday I was introduced on stage by a misogynist host. After I performed a piece about womanhood, another man began harassing me.
Had a thought – a few actually – in the last fortnight, that I haven’t had a chance to put down. I saw this movie and thought, I see ghosts too. They hurt me sometimes. They talk to me. They walk around like everyone else. They are the ghosts of…
Another Monday at the Tuning Fork and how can I possibly hate the week when it starts that way? I’ve been struggling a bit with performance poetry. I now know the difference between performed poetry and spoken word. I can’t entirely articulate it but I can see, hear and feel…
Human Resources Person (HRP): I’ll send this mail and then I can leave.CC: At 4 in the evening? Great!HRP: I can leave but I won’t.CC: You make as much sense as any HRP does!HRP: Yeah, it comes from having a best friend like you. *Sigh* I wish there was a…
