Not a meet cute. A modern day dating app match. Two hours of texting and let’s meet. We hit a pub for lunch. Order a pizza, chicken with cheese, two pints. Smokes. My first cigarette, two, three, five. A single day, single date, all and everything. Roaring sexual tension. Your work is fascinating, you take … Continue reading from a long time ago
“Oh hello, Mrs Sprightley!” “Oh hello, Sugar!” “Would you like some tea?” “Yes! With a drop of lemon in it.” “Oh! And something to go with it?” “Some cookies, please.” “Cookiesssss? Lovelyyyyyy!" Back in December 2020, when I was still in Mumbai, Komal and I would enact this famous exchange from K3G in a British … Continue reading The cat’s big move, ii
It isn’t as incredible as they make it sound. *11.38 am* cloudy & gloomy; Current Month - January, Feels like - June. I remember, as a child when I was put in daycare, this old aunty would teach us many prayers and shlokas. One prayer had a line that said, ‘dear god, help us grow … Continue reading Turning 26!
A loud cacophony of crows wakes me up at seven in the morning. The crows are adamant. They want to do their morning assembly right outside my window, every day. A regular day commences at my tiny apartment in Four Bungalows, Mumbai. I rub my eyes and pick up the toothbrush from the shelf above … Continue reading outside my window
*7.30 pm* Had a stressful day today with too many things to do and very little time. So I picked up a pen and began writing in my diary about everything on my mind. That's when I thought of going back and reading about some Septembers from the past. I wondered what I was doing … Continue reading September issue
*3.29 pm* a dull Wednesday afternoon, runny nose and six tasks with today's deadline Monsoon is my least favorite season (but also the most favorite one because nature is at its best). Every year, as soon as the wet monsoon breeze flows in, all my allergies wake up from their hibernation and enjoy full 3 … Continue reading A week of healing
*11.30* in the middle of an extremely busy and productive work week. Jack of all trades, master of none. This proverb has never made sense to me. I have always found it boring to be a master of one when you can be a jack of all. I have been a jack of all trades … Continue reading A jack of all trades
*11.40pm* extremely sleepy but forcing myself to write this because I really want to be regular at my blog. Just when I had decided to take my writing seriously and be regular at blogging, I am about to fail. It is the mid of the first month of the year and I haven't written anything. … Continue reading keeping it short, Jan 2019