The woman’s handbag, an eternal source of mystery apparently. Let me break free of the sisterhood and decode this womanly wile. Let me open my handbag and show you exactly what’s in there. Take a look at the things that have seen the insides of my handbag:
I haven’t done a lot of Challenge Poetry. I used to enjoy writing prompts. But I was learning how I wrote and I needed triggers, little guiding arrows to how I could think and prompts serve as that. But since I started doing Performance Poetry/Spoken Word, I’ve approached the form…
It’s housekeeping time in the relationships corner of my life. That means letting go of people who don’t behave like my equals.
Welcome to another episode of I Style! It has been awhile since the last viewing and that’s because I haven’t spotted too many interesting people lately. The weather was probably playing havoc on people’s spirits and mine were flagging as well until someone decided to brighten up my day! Richie…
I like to call it a frisson in friendship, not even something important enough to merit beginning with capitals and being preceded with a ‘the’
Getting a haircut, being compared to a celebrity, trampling around puddle-filled lanes and keeping up the look through rain & sunshine – I Wear.
I was an angry girl of the Indian rock persuasion in a saree.
