– ‘The Itch’ or a better term (*ehem* I’m embracing my Indian roots this year *ehem*) would be ‘The Keeda’ like the Hyderabadis call it. (If my grandma was alive, she’d say “Ab kya keeda ghus gaya ki”). The itch has been responsible for a lot of weird a*s crap I have done in the past.
Hello Hello Hello! Wassup!!How have you been? I am going to assume the same since March 2020. December disappeared in a blink, right? This year however it turned to be, is finally over. Well, almost over. We still have 3 more days. I, personally, have lost the meaning of ‘new’. It was just 3 months
Hello Hello Hello. Dear Reader, Hii!! How are you doing? I have a very very very very important news to share and I know all of you have been waiting eagerly to know what that is. And..no, I am not pregnant. I know that I have been dying to tell everyone about it. But.. Before we get
My Big Secret is Finally Out Read More »
It is the second week of January and things are slowly but steadily falling into place. Sipping on my non-fat latte, I look up and stare at the white blanket of snow outside. I realize that I am the only one in the coffee shop. I look around. There is a pot of succulents on
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It is yet another day in the United States of America and I suddenly realized that I have been craving for the Hyderabadi delicacies for a while, which then, reminded me that it has been 4 long awful years that I had left Hyderabad. Now, I’m not having a meltdown here, but I thought about
There’s Hyderabadis & There’s Rest of the Country Read More »
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 »
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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