I got my first fuchsia wallet when I was in first year of college. It got stolen in third year, I think. I got my second fuchsia wallet a few months later, and I lost it in December last year. And now I have the thirrrd one! It’s smaller than the last two, but it’s … Continue reading Fuchsiaa!
It was 2007 when I first ‘decided’ to go to the Taj Mahal. Subhadip then made fun of me saying that I wanted to go there because it had renewed its status in the 7 Wonders. That trip didn’t work out. Nor did any of the million others that I tried making between then and … Continue reading 16@160
She was beginning to hate the man because he had been in that seat since she had walked in. The seat she felt illegitimate ownership of. Simply because she hates standing through her journey. Just then he got up. Her day’s first analysis didn’t go wrong, she thought. She had expected him to get off … Continue reading Away From The Women’s Coach
It is 10:28 pm. The agenda is to be in bed by 11:00 pm. I don’t know what I want to write about. All I know is that the blog is in dire need of something happy. Or at least something that is not morose. I could write about how I recently noticed in a train … Continue reading Small Joys
I think this is the fifth time I have begun to write a new post and have got a strong feeling holding back all words. Maybe because you’re not around. Continue reading The Dead Don’t Come Back
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