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Einstein’s lessons on Flirting Did Einstein ever stay anything on flirting? A few months back, life was moving so fast that I never really got the time to think. The mounting backlog kept surging, a
Dependence Vs Independence “Primary dependence of any form is the worst thing a man can do to himself.” Meera(not real name) is telling me. I am inside Jail no. 2 of the Central Jail. Meera is an in
A morning without coffee is like sleep Some tastes, some moods, some emotions“ blend so well. Wine with warmth, chocolates with love, olives with passion and coffee” transcends all barriers to reach
for whom do i dance? just me... ? It’s a monthly ritual at our dance school. Every month, a few of us have to muster the courage to give a formal dance performance on stage. This is witnessed by our
Three pseudo reporters seeking an answer to a forlorn question” What is all this business about living a perfect life? Is it about being to the best places in the world, watching all the 365 sunsets
Its been one year since we have known each other. May be more or may be less. Time has never been of much importance to us. At least, not to him. May be nothing is of much pertinence to him, except h
TRAVEL MUSINGS (This article has been read 120 times) Posted by Ishita Vora on May 17, 2003 (Saturday) As I transcribe my dairy to my computer, I am getting this very strong urge to rewrite my thou
Tequila Sunsets Hey, I give a darn. I am marrying her. At twenty-nine, I can’t start all over again. It takes half a decade to find the right person.. It was four-o“clock in the morning. Three mugs,
My best friend was getting married, to someone she barely knew, that too when she was only nineteen. “You are kidding, right? Hey, is this Pankaj’s plan?” I said majestically, trying to prove that I
A fable retold every time the coffee beans would ripe, the one hundred years of solitude completed... and i would wake up... Ayappa is a small village of hundred adobe houses, hidden amidst a thick g
ONE HUNDRED AND ONE FOR LIFE I guess I can start with a sigh of relief. I have finally found my lost shoe. Or rather, Epicurus’s ballerina fit me just fine. What am I talking about? I seriously don’