I have friends who often tell me that I am shameless. Reason? Well, according to them, I make a statement or have an opinion about something and later will stand different to what I said. I don’t deny. I’ve done that a couple of times. Example? I always hated the idea of buying expensive footwear.
It was India’s first superhero series, Shakthimaan. Our country’s answer to Marvel and DC Universe.
It started with all the binge eating and stuffing up junk food thinking that my body to could handle it all. A 12-piece KFC chicken bucket after lunch? Two plates of biriyani and a piece of Tandoori chicken? I would say yes and jump in right away.
Apparently I was wrong.
Sometimes, hearing a song can kindle an emotion, a memory, or sometimes both. There’s this song that reminds me of a girl and what its like to fall in love for a brief moment. I remember that day. I was fifteen when I saw her. I saw her once, and never saw her again, even
Progress. The word we often use in order to ignore the truth. The truth that our lives have changed so much, making it hard even for us to think about what was it like to live in a world free of smartphones, internet, and computers.
I studied in an English medium school. But, like every other English medium school, we all spoke in Tamil. We spoke in Tamil, we swore in Tamil. But, the teachers, as per the rules, spoke in English. But, we stuck to speaking in Tamil. The management had tried so hard to control the students and
Tinder is slowly picking up pace in India. For those who don’t know what is Tinder, it is a popular online matchmaking/dating app that lets you find singles in your area. Based on your location, you will be shown pictures of single men/women in your area and if you like them you swipe right and
It was a fine morning in Bangalore. I woke up and looked around. I had slept for more than six hours. People usually say that you won’t get proper sleep when you’re in a new place. But, my system is an exception. When the clock hits half past ten, I doze off. No matter what
Yesterday I was out to meet a friend and I was driving my way back home. The sun was slowly settled behind the endless layers of concrete. The asphalt gave out all the absorbed heat and the evening breeze was doing its fair share in bringing things back to normal. I drove the bike over
Okay! If you’re the girl of my dreams, then I am writing this for you. Even if you’re not the girl of my dreams. Read it! No harm. I am a beginner when it comes to writing a love letter. And, I blame our education system for it. When I was young, I was taught