So much of love is waiting. You wait to see each other. To speak, to hear. To touch, to taste. To push forward, then pull back. ...
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...
You go through life armed with a checklist of all the things you love, from music and holiday destinations to roller-coaster rides a...
You look at all my little trinkets and say “How pretty!” Then you give me a beautiful box to keep them in. A box that you carved one ...
Some friendships are like our most prized possessions - a favourite old toy or a souvenir from the past. Things that we've probably mi...
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...
I made a Goan prawn curry today and added raw mangoes to make it extra tangy. I've always loved raw mangoes in fish and prawn currie...
From mindless thoughts to a thoughtless mind, it's a long journey, and, salvation cannot be reached on speed dial. So you walk the s...
When you weigh yourself tonight just before sinking into bed What will the scales show? How much of you is sorrow and how much pain? ...
Your voice washes over me like a gentle summer rain That tickles and teases first before falling in sudden cloudbursts And still, I can’...
I like trains. I like the movement, the uncertainty, the sense of adventure, and the constant influx of new faces, each bringing with th...
“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and ...
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The words we choose to utter have a curious way of defining us. But sometimes all they turn out to be are fillers for the silence betwee...
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