Sobbed a while over plucked eyebrows? Iced your legs after waxing? Welcome to my world.
Do you cry when a daughter reunites with her mother? Do you sniffle when a dying man gives you life lessons? Join the club.
Your birth itself makes you a part of politics - geographically, culturally, racially and even biologically. It begins with who you are and later gets reflected by what you do or don't.
“You know you cannot give me the silent treatment forever!” said Noel, as he watched Dina glued to the television, wearing his brown, leather jacket. He smiled in the darkness of the room, knowing that she at least liked something about him. Click. “North Korea has been...” Click. “The idea of democracy is often...” Click. “Thousands... Continue Reading →
Sometimes...No, that's a lie. Most of the time, my mind and heart are at loggerheads. I graced their argument some space here, for a change.
The Indian cow is chewing more than the usual cud these days. Setting debates on fire and people against each other, this humble animal should be anything but humble!
Either way, I might end up being mad. Overthinking is my forte, which is subtly juxtaposed with absent-mindedness so that my brain can breathe. But OD'ing on either can cause a mental catastrophe on my cerebral plateau. Ever since I was a kid and saw a distant paternal aunt lose her marbles, I was worried... Continue Reading →