Travelling over bridges delights me. It reminds me of the time when my dad would encourage me to take a coin, make a silent wish, kiss it, and throw it nice and far… so that it would reach the water. And then, no matter how much I was dying to tell him what I asked … More Wishing over bridges…
Ok. It’s official. I love Tamarind Rice. The eating kind? Hell yeah! But no, this is the literary kind. I still remember the first time I contemplated writing for Tamarind Rice. The name itself, and the quirky descriptions for Nirali, Harshika and Karishma were enough to draw me in. And since then, the love affair with this … More Literary Lapses ~ Tamarind Rice
I don’t usually use this word for people, but this one’s an exception. I hate her. There I said it. Why do I hate her? cos she’s so dumb. Yet she thinks she’s so smart. Psuedo-intellectual. That’s what I’d like to call her. I can’t hold a conversation with her before I start mentally making … More The Other One!
Death. It has such a funny way of bringing out your real feelings. Feelings that you didn’t even know existed. Feelings for someone you don’t really know. Feelings that make you appreciate the ones you do know a lot more. For years, there was this unconscious love and respect I had for someone who taught … More Goodbye Genie!
I’d just clocked in 30 working hours, back to back. Working overnight to meet another impossible Friday deadline. Advertising. That’s all I needed to say, and that sympathetic look would come my way, where people wonder what kind of a lunatic I am to indulge in self-torture of this kind. (I mean, aren’t there other … More A different time!
I grabbed a bunch of my besties and arrived at the most awaited event of the year- our annual college festival. The crowd was massive. The rule was simple. If we get lost, we meet where we are right now: the basketball court. The events were interesting, and scattered across the campus. Getting lost was … More If it were meant to be…
I didn’t think there was any truth in the belief that ‘a girl and a guy can never be JUST friends’. We were inseparable. We always had something to talk about. The incessant chatter, the never ending gossip sessions… that zoned out the entire group. Only we understood each other jokes, completed each other’s sentences. … More BF: do we have to pick between best friend or boyfriend?
It was Sunday. He wanted to cook his favourite Chicken Lonvas (an East Indian preparation). There, in the sweltering heat, he stood shirtless in his favourite nylon shorts, sweat trickling down his huge belly. Crushed garlic turning brown, onions turning translucent. His senses were indulging in the sights and scents of his culinary skills, it … More An ounce of innocence!