“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. In which case I shall buy my future husband a life time membership at Pronto Pasta and Noodle Bar. All he would have to do in[…]
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Bharat’s Matrimony
When there are two contenders wooing you, how do you choose? Especially when one represents a long suffering courtship that has failed its vows, while the other is a dangerous yet exciting option you feel[…]
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That Ivory Tower In My Castle In The Air
I know I raved pompously about my Bandra-Western abode in the The Roof Over My Head and The Chip On My Shoulder, but alas- I am being forced out from cloud nine to fall flat[…]
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My Name Is Shady
Once upon a time, 26th April, 1990 to be exact, I was born in Madras, Tamil Nadu. My first name was already set in stone, but the surname was a tricky dilemma. You see, my[…]
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A bobbin’ iceberg- Floating in a puddle of plans Will I always be lookin’ from the outside in? Peering above the brim, Chin above water, Waiting To wash up ashore The Island of Paradise. I[…]
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Dude Where’s My Surf Board?
As almost every gal going through quarter life crisis, I realized that Life. Is. Too. Short. I’ve had enough of the whining and marinating in a perpetual state of confusion. It’s time to take the[…]
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Pasta-la-vista babe
I am very good at cooking eggs and one other phenomenon- Half Moon Pasta. It is my pet peeve in the kitchen whenever I crave something to eat with a ketchupy twang. Half moon pasta[…]
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On The Face Of It
I have what they call a ‘Resting Bitch Face’. An extremely non fastidious facade. Even a normal pensive mood comes across like I’m fuming or gritting my teeth. My mom to this day steals a[…]
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I Think I’ll Take The Stairs
Today, I got into the elevator right after the guy in it had farted his lunch out. I could have made an emergency exit on the next floor but foolishly decided to hold my breath[…]
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American Splendor
The American culture has always found an avid audience in my family, 1987 onward and upward. Both my folks exposed me to American literature, cinema and art very early on. I have vivid memories of[…]
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The Roof Over My Head And The Chip On My Shoulder
I’m a spoilt brat. By my own doing of course. I live in a very cool studio apartment in what is known as Bombay’s Manhattan– Sandra from Bandra. Pleased to meet you. My pad is fully[…]
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Let Them Have Chocolate Cake!
Yes. You think right. Lavaanya Garg is the last person on the planet to be domesticated and have anything to do with cooking. However, now that I am a single girl, living in the city,[…]
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