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Life, love

That Unfinished Red Brick Wall

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…
Biryani, friends, hyderabad, Life, love, Travel

There’s Hyderabadis & There’s Rest of the Country

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…
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Dear World, Tattoos Are Not a Big Deal in India

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…
heartbreak, Life, love

The Red Lipstick

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…
heartbreak, Life, love

I Still Love You

“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…
Biryani, hyderabad, Life, love

For The Love Of My Life… ‘B’ – From the diary of a reminiscing girlfriend

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…