There was a time I used to think it meant a deep connection between romantic partners. Over the years, I realized that my very notion and u...
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Someday your lover will ask you to pick up the pieces strewn across the floor. Which ones will you leave behind then? At any given moment...
Shards of misguided interests come flying your way and bluntly bounce off the surface of your soul. While the one you've etched into th...
You wake up one morning and go about your day. It’s a cross between familiar routine and variation, but one that folds you into it i...
Why don’t we realize what this beef ban really means? It’s not just about banning the killing of and eating the flesh of cows, the cows th...
Suicide is a cowardly and selfish act. Depression is just a big fuss over nothing. Opening up about sexual abuse years later is just sp...
It’s not rape incidence that’s increased, it’s the number of cases being reported that has gone up. Women are finally speaking out and tu...
Why are people so surprised at suicides? You crush and break spirits. You point fingers and accuse. You stand by and watch someone fa...
My favourite version of this famous South American song. The singer, Mercedes Sosa, had a voice that was both comforting and overwhelmin...
A couple of weeks back, I found out that someone had plagiarized something I had written and posted it on her blog. It was copied word for ...
Last evening, as I got bored watching the rain splash relentlessly against my window, I pulled out my notepad and tried to write a poem. I c...
Think about your life's biggest regret. The biggest mistake you ever made. That one incident or person or thing that changed everything....
Put a pair of boobs on him and you got me. Any takers? I promise to cook/bake while you get me the beer. Or at least talk about cooking/baki...
When the best lines you write and the things you really want to say, get relegated to draft status once too often, you know it's time to...
Some months back I watched Saif Ali Khan (a famous Indian film star) in a TV interview where he was talking about life after divorce. Of all...
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Narendra's question had nothing to do with my blog or me. Obviously, it's the first one I will answer. 1. Is Steven Spielberg really...
Dear Friends, Bloggies and Lurkers, I'd like to try something I just read about on a website on blogging. So here goes - if you have a q...
Theres three sides to every story: Yours and mine and the cold, hard truth From Long Way Home - Don Henley Read this in an old Rolling Stone...
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