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Keeping my hand on the spatula I told myself, “I will say nothing but the truth” and then lied blatantly through my teeth. I felt like the biggest hypocrite there ever was yet felt proud for averting an unpleasant situation. Giving lip service to someone out of societal obligation must be made an enforced offense. 😉 …
My wittiest humour fell short of words trying to find an apt sneer for what lay in front of my eyes. The real me, hidden under umpteen dreadful folds of skin, pleaded to be released from the lumpy cage. The scale, while encountering appalling disappointment and few unshed tears, was spared from facing the brunt. Sure …
“I don’t keep any password on my phone. I have nothing to hide.” said a friend of mine with an air of defiance. A group of us was chattering away noisily over some yummy homemade chaat when the topic of sharing personal data with spouses and kids came up. I had reservations about this approach …
Monsoon is my favourite season and the umpteen fond memories attached to it make it even more special. No matter how old we get some things remain etched on our minds forever. Chasing butterflies, playing in the mud, sailing paper boats are some of the monsoon games we played as kids. Dancing in the rain …
“A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.” Suraj drearily read the Whatsapp forward his sister sent him. He abhorred checking messages, much less when they weren’t urgent or important. Right now though, he didn’t have the energy to deal with her I-atleast-remembered-you saga. He …