going bananas over oranges

These days, I find myself seeing orange everywhere. The color just seems to pop at me from everywhere, screaming adventure and happiness and confidence.

So it’s no surprise I went bananas over the latest photo challenge.

That's our letterbox.
That’s our letterbox.
An old Contessa I clicked in Pondicherry
a rusted water meter box in my building


Btw, last year I was in love with green, and the year before that, my life was all about purples. Does that ever happen to you? Do you suddenly rediscover a new color and go crazy about it? What’s your favorite color? Do you believe in color therapy?

of narcissism

Ever since you were almost found out, you’ve been reading your own blog lately, much like an outsider. You’re curious about how people see you. Some of the things you’ve written about make you look so flippant, so frivolous that you wonder why people even read what you write.

The more you read the more convinced you are that the truth is doing a pretty crappy job of setting you free. Instead, you’d feel so awkward and vulnerable and so, so embarrassed if anyone found out who you really are! Truth is definitely not setting you free. Continue reading of narcissism

of leaving

The sky gets all teary-eyed as you pack. Tired, heavy drops fall on your windowsill.

Anuradha Patel glides from one corner of the screen to another looking like she has cancer or something. So do you, gathering sundry items still lying in the dresser and putting them in a Zipouch.

Aadhe sookhe aadhe geele, sookha to main le aayi thi

Geela man shaayad bistar ke paas pada ho, woh bhijwa do, mera woh saamaan lauta do

Memories of a monsoon evening, Continue reading of leaving

of (double) dates

You meet them through a common friend. You hit it off. They’re just like you; passionate, experimental, and full-of-life. You can see they like you too.

Could this be it? You look at each other and exchange we-have-finally-found-that-couple-we-were-looking-for looks.

They seem enamored enough now. Why don’t you guys come over for dinner next weekend?


You know what that means. They will spend the night at your place. Ahem. Continue reading of (double) dates