an open letter…

am not very clear as to why i am writing this.. or for that matter what i want to write.. aunty and uncle, i want you to know what a fabulous son you’ve raised… he is intelligent, a perfectionist, committed to his work, focussed, sensible and yet sensitive towards all around him… and he may…

hugs…

i have been told i am not a very physically expressive person… except maybe with my niece… i dont like to sit too close to people.. even if i have known them all my life… i am not the hand holding kinds… when girls around me cry, i have often been told by those around…

distant love…

“I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you.” ‘love grows over the distance’.. or so i have often heard… i’ve grown up believing this to be the favourite quote of the insensible.. people living in a fool’s paradise.. wanting to convince themselves of things that have no…

dilli tour…

last thursday was crazy… in the morning, i had no clue how i was going to survive it… i started from my place at about 9 in the morning.. for some strange reason, i got a parking space easily. which i think was the first sign that it was going to be a crazy day……