Everything should appear to us as it is. Infinite.
Like everybody who returns to the house they grew up in, when I make a trip back home to Poona,
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I got hit on by a magician once. ‘Twasn’t over 3 minutes after I had arrived at the bar that
Continue readingAnd Poof! He’s Gone.
It doesn’t say so on my passport, but for all other practical purposes, I identify as being from Bandra. Bandra
Continue readingBandra Base. Part Deux.
You know my name and how I look. You probably have my number too. But where am I from you
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Taking cue from the phrase “When the going gets tough, the tough get going” I decided to escape my bourgeoisie-cubicled-office-going
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I know I raved pompously about my Bandra-Western abode in the The Roof Over My Head and The Chip On
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As almost every gal going through quarter life crisis, I realized that Life. Is. Too. Short. I’ve had enough of
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I have what they call a ‘Resting Bitch Face’. An extremely non fastidious facade. Even a normal pensive mood comes
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Today, I got into the elevator right after the guy in it had farted his lunch out. I could have
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The American culture has always found an avid audience in my family, 1987 onward and upward. Both my folks exposed
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I’m a spoilt brat. By my own doing of course. I live in a very cool studio apartment in what
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