a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Who goes drinking on Tuesday nights? Four girls. Cafe Morrison. Drama. Many laughs. “V”. Long Island Ice Teas. An unending slice of chocolate cake. Waay to many Cosmopolitans attributable to Ladies Night. John Mayer singles. Spicy potato sliders. Bhardwaj, Shukla and their tall drinks! Yes, thats an iPhone! With a lavender cover! Thank you for letting me hold it, Milan ♥ There was minimum talk about work. I havent laughed this … Continue reading “Tuesdays at Morrison” →
Today was one of those days when I feel happy that I am the way I am. Sometimes it doesn’t feel all that stupid to do silly things just because my heart thinks its right. These times, I don’t listen to any other voices and just do what feels right at that moment. A quick cab ride away was a special birthday boy and for once, I didn’t think it … Continue reading “Stupid is good.” →
It is one of those things you put so much thought into. Years of contemplation. Umpteen number of searches. But from what I’ve seen, heard and experienced – it mostly happens on impulse. Yes, what I’m rambling about is a tattoo! In 2010, one fine morning Ankita walked out of the PG while we were asleep – and came back with a tribal pattern on her nape. Last year, on … Continue reading “Glyph of Ink!” →