One more time… # I am braver when it comes to killing insects that pose a threat. # My hair are quite long now. # I can process my B&W pictures much better now. # I taught someone how to make a parantha. My family laughed. # I hate cats a little less. # I … Continue reading Bullet Again
The definition of independent. It can be quite subjective, isn’t it? To a nation in ’47, it was about not being ruled by foreigners. To a teenager, the almost virtual benefits that turning 18 bring. To someone who loves to drive, maybe a long, smooth drive alone. To a girl oppressed in an orthodox family, … Continue reading Lost in Analyses
Even though I do not want to begin this post with this sentence, I’m still doing it ‘coz I can’t find anything better. Some things are meant to be. Yesterday when I woke up, I heard an animal/bird’s cry from my window. When it didn’t stop for some ten minutes, I stepped out to see … Continue reading A Catty Affair
As most of you know, I am part of a large Punjabi family. Lots of bhaiya-didis, chacha-chachis, and so on. Last weekend we had a lunch at my place. Apart from all the fun talks, the day’s IPL match was also being followed. I made a request – please let’s all go watch a match … Continue reading Cricket, Movies, and More
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