Till death do us part. Or, maybe not. Wedding vows if you ask me, need not be about forevers. Promise to make each other’s sandwich with extra mayonnaise and never be stingy when it comes to love or chocolate spread. Promise to know by-heart how many spoons of sugar they like to take with their… Continue reading And What The Vows Should Say.. !
I remember a little framed quote that I always used to keep at my desk. It read “If your heart was really broken, you would die.” It was a constant reminder to my no-nonsense cynical self that a heartbreak was not that painful. Heartbroken to me was nothing but a theatrical misconception that a stoned… Continue reading Heart-Broken
A random Monday afternoon. When I was busy making other plans. When I was busy telling myself that the timing was so wrong. When I was engrossed in a book. When I wasn’t looking for someone. When I already had someone. When I knew it was so wrong. When I didn’t have the strength to… Continue reading SWEPT OFF MY FEET!
I am a twenty something strong woman who is financially independent and well-qualified. I am also fair skinned and I never imagined that a time would come for fair skinned women in our society to apologize for something, but the day is here. My parents always told me that being a “Good girl” meant getting… Continue reading A Sincere Apology if you think that Leggings are an abuse of Indian culture..
He can’t possibly break my heart. Staring at uninterrupted nothings and smiling, just because. Sweet-nothings, pounding anticipation and impulsive blushes. Waking up to a text from you and sleeping to the sound of your voice. Racing heartbeats and occasional hand-holding. I am going to pretend that I like superhero movies. I love being around you,… Continue reading The Honeymoon Phase
Vanakkam. To all of you who has ever asked me, “What does Chennai have”? I don’t know about you, but to me and to all of us who call this city home, Madras has a whole lot of things.It is home, after all. Madras was the first man I fell in love with. The gusty… Continue reading Madras Musings
A The Other Woman, I could easily be perfection in bone and flesh. My married man, you are a compulsion, a need, an obsession, a wrong so right and an intentional stroke of smudged paint on an otherwise flawless canvas. A Is it because Forbidden love is sweeter than most kind or have we just… Continue reading The Other Woman