Everything is feeling meaningless now. There was a fire in the building opposite mine, there was a lunch with a friend, there were evenings with different friends, there is someone I worked with long back who has let me down badly...sometimes these events and emotions just feel like leaves and grass that get stuck to your clothes when you walk through wild grass. What really is significant?
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A quick snack
Here's what I whipped up: mashed avocado with chaat masala to which some kiwi slices were added and a cube of cheese was shredded into....
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This isn't exactly a feminist tirade, but this is written by a woman, and it is written in annoyance. You raise your girls to be sweet...
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I visited the Crossword at Mulund. It is big, bright, noisy, and has a really chic café. There are books too. The reason I was there was to ...
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