Me: (With a sigh) All good-looking men are either married, taken, gay or not interested in me! Q: (Equally pensive) True…what to do? (Suddenly waking up to the fact that I mentioned a good-looking guy) But wait! Who are you
…they say. But, sometimes I wonder what beauty really means? Tall? Slim? Fair? Big eyes? What exactly? Everywhere, I am treated to the same bullshit. Fair is beautiful. Slim is beautiful. But, how do we know what someone else would
IHM’s latest post makes me wonder what made me what I am today. Where did I learn my ethics and values from? Who taught me my traditions and practices? Where do my beliefs and preferences come from? Let me think…
Mahabharata from a woman’s perspective…the conversation with S yesterday set me thinking. I am not familiar enough with the Mahabharata to comment, but the Ramayana? When I first read the Ramayana at the age of 8, I was quite impressed.
D, going through my photos of Onam, shrugs nonchalantly and says, “You are not as innocent as you look.” I look up, confused. Me? Innocent? Did I actually hear someone saying I look innocent? Exasperated, I turn around to face