A Hundred Times

There are a hundred places that remind me of you
A hundred times you say hello
A hundred ways I ignore your smile

There are waves with Gods in them
A hundred times they wash my heart
A hundred times they leave the sand

There is a black screen I stare at
A hundred times I see your name
A hundred times I think of the bus 

Save a seat for me again
A hundred times i will make you laugh 
A hundred times you will miss your stop
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The Happy Shirt

Ruby and I, we were fat and happy when we first met. Unlike most nine year olds who spent their time watching TV and collecting comic books, we sat near the river. We played till dusk, talked about our favourite stories from the English book and watched ships with iron blocks (we guessed) being sent for water cooling. 

Summers were the best time for us as we got an extra hour to play by the river owing to late sunsets. While rushing back to our homes on Fridays, we planned on coming a little early the next day. We planned on wearing our happy shirts, bringing all the savings of the week and buying  ice cream on our way back. 

Once Ruby got a stubborn flu and we couldn't go to the river for almost a month. I went to her place every Saturday and told her all about school, about this new boy in the class who brought noodles for lunch, about our science teacher who told us we were all going to die one day and that kids who kept their books shabby would  never learn anything. 

There was this one Saturday when I couldn't go to Ruby' s as there were people coming over and I had to wear a pretty dress and greet everyone and teach an eight year old how to do well in exams. By the time the relatives were gone, it was already dark. The next Saturday, I went to Ruby's only to find the house locked. I came again next week and it was the same. 

I have a hard time remembering her face today. All I remember are those evenings. I would like to believe that Ruby is alive today, does something really cool during summer evenings,  and wears her happy shirt once in a while. 

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Shrobbed

Though the trend has been there for more than a year now, I am yet to wrap my head around it. Shrobing, the art of leaving one's jacket to rest on their arms and not shoulders, had more admirers than Celine Dione's style statements last year. 

First of all, shrobing in uncomfortable. It is all easy-peasy till you are sitting pretty, waiting for your coffee. But try getting up, walking out, buying your stationary and making at least three calls to your Uber driver before he can locate you, and you will realise you are exhausted. On top of it, your wallet looks like that fat kitten you once were so jealous of as a child. 

But then shrobing makes for the best Instagram fashion pictures. It adds an edge, a nonchalant vibe to the whole outfit. I have not gone all the way with the outfit here, just one shoulder was exposed. It was an experiment of course. And I have to admit, I may try it again. Uncomfortable? Yes, but the trend has this cool ring to it. What do you think?

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Feud In The City

In the light of the latest Sarah Jessica Parker and Kim Cattrall feud, it is tempting to say that friends on screen may not necessarily means friends off-screen.

But then I couldn't help but wonder if a squabble like this is anything but unreal. Aren't we all wired to - some more than others - fight, get jealous, be insecure, start a cold-war, get offended, and maybe then just kiss and makeup?

After a significant period of time, we all know our friends. Carrie is touchy, Miranda is reliable, Charlotte is old-school and Samantha, of-course, will always be trouble. But people change. Who knows Miranda may be the new trouble. While the whole Instagram altercation is high TRP material no doubt, the old SITC fans are secretly wishing the two ladies to just talk it out. Maybe the past is like an anchor holding them back. They just need to let go.

And yes, it is sexist to think women can't be friends. Men fight all the time. And it isn't something that won't happen to the new ones. Wait till our kids/nieces/nephews get to know about a fight between Hannah and Marnie. 

TIll then, let's stay updated on the exchanges between these two fashionable ladies...

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Borrowed Again

When was the last time you wore something from a man's wardrobe and got away with it? 

The whole concept of borrowing elements from the wider, more-muscle less-fat sex is alluring to many, unfathomable to some. While I was the only one cribbing for getting men's t-shirt as the weekly office uniform, I am one of the few who doesn't think twice before wearing something that is big enough to fit a man. 

But that doesn't mean I get it right everytime. There is something really sexy about almost getting drowned in a big piece of clothing...that is exactly what we think when we see models off-duty. Back in real life, the struggle seems to be non-ending. But if -no matter how big a pile you leave on your bed - you somehow manage to create something which makes sense, it feels good. 

I try to make sure I take only one oversized item. Then I add some dainty bracelets or neck-pieces. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. 

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Simple Things

The weather in Delhi the best at this time and so I am barely at home. Good weather brings out the best of me. Don't have much to write. I am busy enjoying simple things like long walks, looking at people, working out and eating good food. 

I hope you guys are having a great time. And yes, do read my interview on CouponsJi here. 

Letter to Your 25 Year Self

Now this post is almost embarrassing because all my life I have lived with a pressure of doing everything right, the kind of pressure that is lovingly bestowed upon most eldest kids in this world. Anyway, letters to 20 or 25 or 28 year selves are one of those rare digital things that are trending and important at the same time. So, here I come, with a list of my own.

You shouldn't have burned yourself out. I am not saying it was all work and no play. But you could have found little ways to take it easy every one in a while and do something just for fun.

You shouldn't have tried to make everyone happy. It's exhausting and a recipe for disaster. While being accepted certainly feels good, but you should have done what felt right. If you managed to piss off some of the people you care, you should have remembered that they would come around eventually.

You should have eaten more Chinese food. They made you happy. Your obsession with waistline management is fine but you certainly missed out on enjoying a number of meals. So eat when you can. Your cheat meals should be planned weekly now.

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