Discreetly wiping the tears off, he turned to his wife. She was gazing out the window. Maya was dressed in red, head to toe -a sign of newlywed. She wore a gold necklace with black beads-mangla sutra which signified the vows of marriage not just for a life but seven lives and line of red vermicelli ran right through middle of her head.   [+more]

I have lost track of times I have advised my friend on the etiquette of drinking. I do not mean to say I have the best etiquette but I have had very little drinking casualties in comparison to her. Which I believe gives me the right to...   [+more]

I haven't read a romantic novel in ages. There was a time when I read nothing but romantic books. Where the hero was this tall dark handsome well to do guy and the lady a beautiful girl in trouble. Despite all their differences they...   [+more]

A thought bubbles inside my head and dies instantly, or should I say dries instantly. As usual, summer heat playing its role. Summer wave is playing havoc at the moment. I have a pile of work to complete and the pile keeps on compiling while I am under the lazy summer spell...   [+more]

Suddenly there is this profound pleasure in dressing up. Standing in front of the mirror for hours, choosing dress after dress. This isn't to say the idea of dressing up was dreaded before. Trying to come up with a different hairstyle everyday...   [+more]

and and hey yes bile too rhymes but rhyme alone doesn't make poem . So this is the sate of my mind at the moment. I have loads of things to say............... and thousands thoughts are residing on my mind and yet I fail to find the method of...   [+more]

I clearly remember those days when my eyes would light up at the prospect of having a couple of Tequila shots. Then the feel of that fiery liquid going down my throat and the dizziness that came after it simply was out of this world...   [+more]