Dreams: yours or mine?
Are your dreams bigger than mine, she asked. No. They aren’t. But my dreams have only me. She looked at him for a moment. Her hand trembled. She held her breath. He looked away. And they agreed to disagree. Like always…
Are your dreams bigger than mine, she asked. No. They aren’t. But my dreams have only me. She looked at him for a moment. Her hand trembled. She held her breath. He looked away. And they agreed to disagree. Like always…
Sometimes. If I could say what I were like without you. Believe me, the world’s joy would be in like reuniting us lovers! Ha.
The #Uber rape episode has once again raised the issue of safety for women. The safety zone for women is shrinking. Increasingly, I find that very few spaces are left that can be called safe. In the cities, one needs to be careful on the roads, in the lanes, walking in the parks. One needs…
There is no joy like that of receiving flowers. I, for one, love gifting and receiving flowers. A bunch of flowers symbolises sentiment and sensitivity for me. A simple act, flowers I feel often capture unspoken words and unvoiced emotions. Making up with the Partner after a tiff. Connecting with an old friend who’s down…
And when this happened at the IFFI in Goa this year, this is what I had written for the Economic Times. Read blog: Cruelty, thy name is social media
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