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I cannot remember the number of times I would arrive at my mother’s house and leave from the gate. Extra pairs of shoes at the front door always gave away her visitors.   I could not bear the love in my mother’s eyes when she would hold my hand and pull me close to sit... Continue Reading →

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To the Single Woman Busy Making Her Story Count

You know how sometimes you watch something on television or listen to on the radio and that moment gets etched in your memory forever? I’ll never forget Indra Nooyi in an interview with David Bradley some years ago when he asked her whether women can “have it all”. I remember slumping back in my chair,... Continue Reading →

7. Hang

7. /Hang/ Eixample Barcelona, Spain Is it even justifiable that I’ve spent 24 euros on 3 margaritas and a plate of patatas bravas (cheeeeps) in an empty bar in Barcelona?? Eixample is one of Bareclona’s more quieter neighbourhood with it’s grid-like blocks and tree-lined streets with fountains and cosy cafes. It’s about 10.30pm on a... Continue Reading →

Too Late for an Ageing Closet Romantic

I am an addict. A romance novel junkie. And nothing 'fixes' me up better than a Mills & Boon trashy paperback. I am also a sucker for rom-com movies. There's something about "Sweet Home Alabama" that's had me watch it like 50 times without being bored. And my love for all things Bollywood, from Khuddar's... Continue Reading →

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