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
Dates that have memories associated with them, irrespective of whether they were good or not, make me very uncomfortable these days. Maybe it’s the age, or maybe it’s just my circle, but everyone around seems to be struggling with a change within. How reactions to things have changed, how feelings for people have changed, … Continue reading Dated
I have nothing much to write about. Except that I finally figured how to publish in small fonts using Chrome. So, the joy of not having to type in Chrome, publishing it, going to Firefox, logging in, editing, and re-publishing is much worth sharing. Next on my list of such annoying issues is figuring why … Continue reading Flaky Friday
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