Category Archives: Free falling

Ok then. We have already established that my life is surreal. Pretty much so. And by now, if you have been paying attention (you have been, right? At times at least..?) you’d know that by default, people in my life … Continue reading →

Just like all the DMs make a beeline for me — or maybe I make one for them— there are people I know who have similar magnetic abilities to attract the most bizarre things/people/events to themselves and their lives. My … Continue reading →

DM and I managed to prove that you don’t need to swear undying love to each other to feel it. Or at least a modicum. Or ok fine, a semblance of the real thing… Oh never mind, who am I … Continue reading →

So I called the man. Wait, can’t keep calling him ‘man’. Let’s call him DM. Ok, so there it is. Or rather, here it is. I called DM, much to his pleasant surprise. Promise, he said so. And I had … Continue reading →

So there I was, dreaming about new man precisely a few hours after I had met him. And 45 minutes after I had finished hitting self on the head with spiked boots for consuming alcohol like the glass was going … Continue reading →

You know how the funniest things happen when you really don’t want them to? And of course, they happen to you… Or honestly, to me. Always. Barring very few instances. Make that no instances. There I was, a few years … Continue reading →

Is there too much hanging out? Does it make you bilious? Are various body parts cringing? Are you wondering how a person can be an ingrate enough to feel good about some one else’s misery, while hanging out her own … Continue reading →

At last count, I was off to pick my mutt’s brains on esoteric subjects. As a result of which, the clever canine has switched affections… To other family members. To be pipped at the post, that too by family. Ugh. … Continue reading →

I am being glared at right now. By a pair of exceedingly red eyes. Bloodshot, really. And they are attached to a body that’s sleepily sniffing my feet right now. This body can make me do anything. It reduces me … Continue reading →

I am a swinger. Oh yes, I am. Ask anyone who knows me. Bewildered parents, confused friends, rattled exes… They may have diverse opinions about my cooking (minimal) and social (limited) skills, but what they’ll all grim-facedly cheer to is … Continue reading →