‘Why do Men hate makeup so much?’ she grumbled aloud as she looked around for her Kohl Pencil. ‘You don’t look the same!’ She stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror. ‘You look so different! She wiggled her shoulders. ‘Makeup makes you look made up!’ she exhaled, sitting…
My earliest memory of a compliment is being patted on the head, smiled at, and called a ‘Good Girl.’ I have no recollection of when it was or what I may have done to earn it; all I remember is that it felt very nice to hear myself being addressed…
‘Om Namoh Shivaya! Om Namoh Shivaya! Om Namoh Shivaya!’, chanted Nambi the priest as he hurried along the dark road. The sun would rise soon, he thought to himself glancing at the sky. He had to finish bathing the Lord and lighting the lamp before the sun spilt the dark…
I am was addicted to sugar. I don’t have a sweet tooth, I have an entire set of 32 sweet teeth. This was a bitter realization I had when I found myself getting anxious and craving for a dessert post-dinner and I had none at hand. I sat back to…
If I had a rupee for each of the times someone exclaimed, ‘…but the Kindle is not a book!’, I would have bought myself a 2nd Kindle by now. Yes, the Kindle is not a book, it never claimed to be one either. It is an electronic reading device that…
If you are reading this then the chances that you are a blogger are high. If you are reading this and aren’t a blogger, then the chances that you know a blogger (me) are pretty high too. In case you are neither and are still reading this, thank you. You…
Today I bought myself an Ink Pen. ‘Hero Fountain Pen’ was the pen I last used in school. I remember the slim capsule-like shape, with the body in colours like dark blue, black, maroon and green and a common golden cap for all. It made its slight weight felt when…
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So there I was, going about my work while The Husband was talking to a friend on the phone. An intense and animated conversation, with hands flying all over the place, when they weren’t running through his hair, and a serious look carved on his face, as he paced up…
When I was 15 years old Maa asked me to start fasting on Mondays, to ensure that I ‘get a Husband like Lord Shiva’. I flatly refused to. Maa is what we called my Maternal Grandmother (Naani). My cousins who were spending their summer holidays with us, girls younger and…