There’s a tattoo on my wrist. Have I told you about it? I don’t think so… Even if I have, just bear with me this once and listen to the story again. The need to get inked started because well,…
Tag: writing
Meet me at two fun events this week
The past one month has been rather tough. But now, the show must go on. And while I’m working on locking myself up in a room with my laptop to write my second book, I am also coming out to…
It’s happening!
Almost every girl grows up dreaming of her perfect wedding. Right from what she’d wear, what flowers would adorn the stage, to the songs she’d want her friends to dance to at her sangeet, she plans it all. Getting me…
Metaphor For A Metaphor
Metaphor: it has defined much in life. It has complicated things and yet simplified so much. Metaphor is what I hide behind when im too cowardly to be in your face and one such night, I tweeted about my love…
10,000 is just a number
So while i was sleeping last night, my blog crossed 10,000 hits. Yes, I know, to some this might be a trivial number, but I will celebrate it. Over the last year, I’ve written about film, music and everything under…
Plathish Thoughts
A dream, a scent, an idea and emotion Every night I scribbled with complete devotion Your eyes your smile, Even the slightest of your reaction… I would sit and wait and watch, Waiting for you to materialize You stayed on…
Gender Bender
‘What did I ever do that you found such a weird name to give me?’ I remember asking my Mom every single day when I was a kid. Yes, I was the girl who was always asked ‘Why do you…
Random Blog Talk
i was checking my blog stats yesterday, when a regular blogger went, ‘just 2000 views!’. Bust went my bubble. I was thrilled with the views i was getting. Well, i do obsess over my blog stats, but I just didn’t…
Why?
I am wondering… Why do we trust film critics? We all know they are moody, erratic and have odd favourites… Why do we let other people decide the course of our lives? They end up hurting you more often than…
BMM memories…
Nostalgia is wonderful. I like listening to an old Bryan Adams track after a long time and close my eyes. I see the Podar auditorium and can smell about 300 sweaty students swinging to ‘Summer of ’69’. I open my…