I have had no inspiration or mind space to write in several months now. My blog has been at the back of my mind, but that is all that it has been. If there is one thing that I feel rather bad about, it is the memories of various trips taken in the past year … Continue reading Catching up
City. Social circle. Cake sizes. Cultural differences. Physical distance. Cold (yes, I know it doesn’t fit). Trains. Job hunt. Grocery stores. Price tags. Extended family. History. Envy. Waist. *for the lack of a creative thought Continue reading E is for Enormous*
We I am a confused romantic. Or let’s say I like being ‘classy’ with my romantic initiatives. Yes, the clumsy me. I would never go for a heart-shaped photo frame, card, souvenir, or anything else. But I am likely to use html hearts rather freely. I don’t know when that happened, because I remember being … Continue reading C is for Chalk Board
I love dosas. I loved them when it meant a family outing to Sagar Ratna in Defence Colony for their red chutney, I loved them when I had a long period of extreme stomach situations and the only thing I could eat out was a…dosa(!), I loved them when I had two Arab Udupis equidistant … Continue reading D is for Dosa
While there are several things that I dislike without a reason, there are some that I feel a kind of eternal love for. Locomotives and double decker buses are on that short list. And what better than living in London to get your heart’s content of the red beauties! If it wasn’t for the traffic … Continue reading B is for Bus
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