They say you always have a choice. They also say, there is always a next time. I personally, might disagree here because I certainly did not have a choice and I don’t think there is a NEXT time when it comes to your best friend’s wedding. Growing up in a normal Indian middle-class family and […]
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Warning: Strictly for 20 something people 😉 I have always watched people crumble and stand up. I have watched people change and I have watched them grieve over a loss and come out of it gradually. Young people who are mostly 20 something, go through a wave of unusual variety of emotions and fluctuations. I
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I cannot agree enough to the fact that people outside India, picture it in a rural setting in their minds most of the time. I agree times have changed and yes, they have changed big time in India. As I was thinking of an article to write this week, I thought let me write about
Dear World, Tattoos Are Not a Big Deal in India Read More »
New York city, “THE” dream city. The city that never sleeps. New York city or the city of New York (with accent 😉 ) was on my bucket list since I had first heard of it. Yeah, you can blame Karan Johar’s movies for painting a beautiful picture of New York city for me since
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She always wondered why girls her age loved painting the dead cells on their fingers. She asked her friend and received an answer which was not so convincing. The friend said “I paint my nails because I love colors. I like to flaunt my long nails.” This friend possessed variety of nail color bottles with
“I knew you were trouble when you walked in. I tried to stop staring at you. I wish you had never shown up that day. It changed my world. I never stopped looking at you ever since. It was a bright sunny day and I was flabbergasted when you stood in front of me. You
Warning!: This is not a romantic flick, yes, NOT a romantic flick…proceed with caution. It was just another day in this anjaan city, that was far away from the hustling city of Nawabs -My Hyderabad. Weekends no longer meant idli sambar for breakfast and a cup of warm irani chai. Evenings were lost in nooks
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