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
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A bobbin’ iceberg- Floating in a puddle of plans Will I always be lookin’ from the outside in? Peering above
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
Pasta-la-vista bebe
I am very good at cooking eggs and Half Moon Pasta. It is my go-to in the kitchen whenever I
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
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
American Splendor
The American culture has always found an avid audience in my family, 1987 onward and upward. Both my folks exposed
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
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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
Bombay Life: Pop Goes The Bubble
It’s not like I’m The Village Girl, but Pune and Bombay are on 2 completely different levels. Pune (my hometown)
Venting Machine
My (barely) living situation in the great Maximum City is pathetic. This is the first time I am fending for
No Boon for the Baboon
This is a poem I wrote way back in 2005. Inspired by G.K Chesterton’s “The Donkey” No Boon For The