. . . and she never stops . . .
I’ve been having these intense conversations with a few close friends. Coincidentally, almost all of these friends are single. And I guess not so coincidentally, many of these conversations revolved around relationships – both romantic and platonic (but relatively close friendships). A common theme has begun to emerge. People play games – knowingly or unknowingly,…
Navin and I watched three YouTube videos yesterday. All three – must watch! Two TED talks and a comedy talk show that is more informative than funny. These videos have all been doing the rounds on social media for a bit now. But we never got around to watching them, because well, who has time…
When I was pregnant for the first time, I read these articles on mother-child bonding – how the first few months of a child are the most defining ones as far as bonding is concerned, etc. My initial instinct was – what a load of crap! How can my bonding with my child be defined…
Is there such a thing as too much communication? I’d like to go all sexist and say, “I think not, but then again, I am a woman.” But seriously, is there such a thing as too much communication? Can you over-express yourself? I have known no communication lead to misinterpretations of silences and/or frustrations. I’ve…
So, I answered this question on Quora, “What is the shortest sad story you can come up with?” with She waited for him. Forever. When I first thought of it, I loved the fact that it can be interpreted in many ways. Of course, didn’t want to explain it there, so here goes – She…
Amazing, how all through your life, it’s only your family that you know right from the beginning. The rest are people who were strangers with names that meant nothing to you, but for the fact that they came to you repeatedly. Then, that name moulds from an unknown-just-another name to a recognizable face to an…
Friend. Close ones. There are two kinds when you are trying to make sense of the struggle within, when self-doubt takes over every single thought. Some of the close ones you approach, remind you of your past laurels. But, my self doubt is so strong that it doesn’t allow me to accept their feedback. They…
At the brink of your sleepless nights, you reach a thought that is real, but has a touch of surreal to it. You can’t dismiss it, because it is a lure. It wants you to touch it, feel it, smell it. It wants you to sit with it and see it through. But, you know…
No, not the religious kind. Neither the one in self. The ones that we have convinced ourselves as “truth”s. “Reality”. What is it made up of? One incident. Two points of view. Or a hundred. A hundred truths. Or a hundred and first which takes a bit from each of the hundred? The stereotypes. The…
Live. Let live. Learn. Let learn. Not every problem is for you to solve. Not everybody’s problems are for you to solve. Dad is right. Not always. People are nice. Not always. And it’s ok. Yet, when people tell you they love you, believe them. Kiss. Experiment. You don’t know what you are missing. Loosen…
