Sunday. Bring home groceries day. The vestiges of last night’s alcoholic excess gnaws on your nerves, the beginnings of a hangover that can only be quelled by coffee and toast with butter. ‘Buy one, get one free!’, screams the alert from the supermarket in a text message, a service you don’t remember subscribing to. Wily […]
Joy v/s Happiness: How I Tell Them Apart For as long as I have lived, I have lived in a near constant state of enamor of those who find it easy to say what they want to say. To be able to connect words into a coherent stream of thought that defies no linguistic logic
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FOOD FOR THOUGHT There’s something about food that brings people together. Music and stories around fires have done this as well, for as long as language has existed, but long before we discovered communication through sounds and syllables, there has been food to do that for us as a race. New experiences are something I
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He was cousin N, more uncle than cousin in terms of age, and he was as avuncularly indulgent as he could have been because of it. Portly is the word that best describes him. The fourth and fifth buttons on his shirt seemed to want to perennially pop, revealing the white vest within and thankfully
Anyone who knows me in a way that they should but seldom do know this to be a self-evident truth: I love flowers. The ones you can keep in a vase, not the kind you wear in your hair. That was more Mother’s style. Father’s devotion to her was measured not in the saris he
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