Winter is coming in the cockles of my heart

I opened the door, and sneaked quietly in. I had gone out on the pretext of checking the meeting point. He was still in the shower. Closer played from the iPod dock on loop. It annoyed him that I loved the song so much. He said it was a break up song,and my constantly humming…

Let’s stop ad libbing women’s empowerment, and call it out.

This article is probably a long time in writing. It’s a story with a collective reality, but very little consciousness. I write this every day in my head, and then watch people erase the essence of its very meaning. It’s a story more of what’s essentially not, more than what currently is. This is a…

How I failed my December of 2016

Every December I decide to be ‘happy’. It’s a ‘decision’ I have to take, coz happiness for me has never been a goal, but a by product. A happenstance. So with extremely partisan prejudice to the other months, I try to channelise my dormant serotonin in this month. December is, I believe, a great month…

A night in the life of December

Last night, under some balmy weather and blah Christmas decor, I had the opportunity to sit amongst some very interesting people. You can call it December or drink and let’s admit both tend to make it happen; but conversations stopped being platitudes and started becoming real. I’ve never succumbed to people I think; more to…

When did it stop being ok, to be ok?

When you’re sitting amongst a pile of undone laundry, an MIA dhobi, a boldly executed pigeon infestation in your balcony coz the pigeons know they’re home more than you, a phone bill that sees far more numbers than real conversations AND you’re left with a couch that’s sagging under the weight of your ill timed…

How to not Valentine – Today & every other 364 days

My ‘heart-felt’ wish that I be out of the country this Valentine’s Day has come true. People don’t take extremely kindly to my gagging & eye rolling expressions. I, on the other hand, am practicing in the mirror. The mortification must be clearly communicated, so much so, that you’re that poster child in their memory…

The waffle maker maxities

Birthdays and New Years are highly overrated. Life, the ideal-dystopian- beats-oxymoronic-out-of-the-park kind (which if you ask me, is the ONLY kind I know) should ideally be measured before & after a waffle maker. I just got gifted one. And I feel like Alice must have,after emerging out of the rabbit hole. There’s opportunity AND escapism….

To (not) 31st’ing

This is not a singles rant. Though God knows that comes too easy in this season. Turn a lamppost and there’s a mistletoe waiting to set you off. The nip in the air, to some of us, feeing more like that solitary frostbite, that mulled wine can only soothe very very fleetingly. Unless you like…

The break up : From the food version of the crazy cat lady

I love food. And as I’m getting older, and the things to love, fewer; this love of mine is reaching gargantuan proportions. Like precariously balanced 5 tier cakes.People when they greet me now, expect me to flourish a pastry out of my handbag or something for intended effect. I think that bodes well for my…

Life, on its way to a dystopian existence

Apparently there are people in this world waiting for me to get married, apart from my parents of course. At last count the number stood at I-dont-give-a-flying-fuck. I don’t know about them, but my waiting list priorities currently stand at 10 minutes, for a fresh batch of decadent brownies to come out baked so perfect,…