#SixWordStories: February 13th
Happy anniversary, lover.
Happy anniversary, liar.
Happy anniversary, lover.
Happy anniversary, liar.
What makes empathy?
The second COVID wave made me ponder why we do things. Is it not more about our own personal ego gratification than about helping?
I have poems by old lovers,
not about me
not the loves,
not the poetry.
Breakups need to be grieved. Grieving is messy and the path to healing isn’t straight. But if you have the space & support, it happens.
Alcohol is like a man. In its many variations, delightful or otherwise, it mirrors the vagaries of my favorite vice. Here’s how. Breezer – This is the boy you grew up with, the one who sat next to you in fourth grade and helped you with your homework. You don’t…
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.