Each time that I strive for answers, the changing colors of the sea tell me that I am not alone in my dubiety! That I too like the sea, am a creation of leisure that has always been interpreted in haste!
I am actually writing this post in haste. No, wait! I am actually writing this post in rage, in frustration and in complete anticipation of the back lash that "Who am I to comment on parents, when I haven't raised... Continue Reading →
Dearest Bummy, Yes, I know I had this conversation with you last night in my head, like the numerous other ones, but I have this urge to pen this down. I don't know how much of an example of a... Continue Reading →
The irony is Tamanna and I, never met on Tuesdays! Tuesdays and Thursdays used to be the most difficult days of the week for they were her counselling days. Tantrums, cajoling, temper shoots, love musings a mix of all was... Continue Reading →
Dear Bummy, I think by now you already know all that I want to tell you through this letter, for that is all I have been talking to you in my head since last evening. The last weekend evening of... Continue Reading →