Today, I remembered my pet tortoises from childhood - Toto 1 and Toto 2. Toto 1 lived in a tub of water and ate boiled rice. I said bye to...
Showing posts with label Nothings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nothings. Show all posts
I know you're waiting for my return. I can hear it in your voice each time you call. The static on the line seems to spell out a cohere...
Have you ever had to deal with a heel spur? It's one of the most uncomfortable things ever and since you need your feet to move around,...
I’d give anything to be like that again. When I really didn’t know any better. It was probably the last time I believed in magic and forev...
Leaving never happens all at once. It stretches on for weeks and months and sometimes, even years. Only, you just don’t see it playing out...
There should be a special place and time for hearts to break. In the privacy of a cave, in the silence of the night, under the shelter of ...
Who do you really fall in love with? Is it the person in front of you with the unique DNA and a past that has no memory of you? Perhaps a f...
It's 3 am and I'm up like a complete fool with nothing to do except wait until Mr. Sandman decides to knock me out. That just remin...
It’s a struggle just to keep my eyes open. Heavy with sleep and the burden of unconscious waking, they threaten to let me down just ...
In the end, it's always about love. The love you think you want and can never get a taste of. The love that's within reach and ...
1. First impressions do last. They may disappear along the way and be replaced by new ones, but in the final analysis - they will stand out....
Life is never just as it seems, out on the surface. Non-committal and blemish free. Unrecorded and unaccounted for. It's what's livi...
My mother tells me that my best friend is having an affair with India's most famous cricketer ever. "Whaaat?" "Yes, t...
It's been hectic, I've been swamped, and I'm dead beat from all the Christmas baking but I need a breather. Hello Blog! Did you ...
Now that I'm happy, I can't seem to write anymore. Somebody please go on and break my heart already! Till then here's the man wi...
This is the same blog. EXACTLY the same. It just has a new address now, which means you will have to update your links AND if you were follo...
It's funny, but for someone whose name is actually really short and easy (I think) to pronounce I have quite a few nicknames. Like a wel...
Is he hot? I type into the irritatingly tiny chat window. Yes. You can have him. She types back. I have to see. Is he on your FB friend list...
I've been writing a post since Saturday and I just can't bring myself to finish it. It's stuck like a pebble in the shoe of man ...
Today would have been my 8th wedding anniversary. This morning I step out of the bathroom to find my maid, surprisingly without being asked ...
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