The hopeless sort of love is almost always the helpless sort of love, the desperate sort of love.

The questions in my head are piling up.

How did I go from cherishing solitude to fearing it?  I have a faint recollection of how much I enjoyed spending time with myself; this was even before I knew it was termed ‘solitude’.

Let the irony of the fact that people with an ‘Indian skin tone’ are looked down upon in India not be lost on us.

We grew up watching quiet sunsets together.

This story began when a meek 22-year-old girl got off a train at the Bandra Terminus on a rainy August morning.

For a long time now, I’ve been fascinated by all the different pieces of advice that have been dished out to me.  The one a sloshed girlfriend gave me post two (or five) rather strong pegs of whiskey.

No one teaches you what’s the right thing to do with your brain’s memory box of a person, once they stop being a part of your life.

Story of an entire generation that takes the sex-first approach to romance