Seashells

What is this life, and what are 24 hours even for , if you do not spend them loving — obsessing over someone? I truly believe loners — the ones who go through life without finding someone to love when they're on the lookout — are the most neglected children of God. Because honestly, why wouldn't you want to care for someone? To show up for them? To pour your affection into them? To smush their face into your chest and just be ? When you turn 82 — or maybe even 78, since mankind and its life expectancy are in freefall — would you really want to look back and think about your corporate jobs? The Excel shortcuts you mastered? The interns you harassed? The boys you toyed with and kept hanging just for fun? I’d rather think of all the beautiful relationships I’ve had. The people I got the chance to live with. The days I spent swooning over my 'boys.' The days I couldn’t think of anything else. What is this life if not days and moments filled with love, obsession, dates, b...

Let’s rewind to 2012 — ninth grade, school trip to Bangalore , packed buses, packed bags, and hearts full of excitement. We were a bunch of OG girls sharing a room, grooming together, chilling between sightseeing and school-mandated fun. And amidst the chaos, sleepovers, and giggles — I discovered Lakmé eyeliner . And no, I haven't looked back since. If there was one person who owned the fashionista title in school, it was Saachi. She had that effortless charm — and eyeliner was her weapon of choice. Thick, sharp wings, always on point. One night, while we were getting ready to explore the streets of Bangalore, Saachi casually picked up her Lakmé Liquid Eyeliner and said, "Shut your eyes."  My hands trembled too much to even try, so she did it for me. That first swipe changed something in me. A mix of boldness, elegance, and confidence — all from one tiny glass bottle . Since that moment, I’ve stuck to the same product , and I swear by it to this day. Fast-Forward t...

[That's an AI generated image. Bet you, we don't look like this ;) ] Everyone has that one love story. This one was pure obsession/infatuation!? It may not have lasted long. It may have been messy or mad or made no sense to anyone else. But for mw, it set the benchmark for what obsession could feel like when it’s raw, weird, and wonderful. Mine involved nudles, a chilled glass of Apple Tang, and a Catholic boy who could solve a Rubik’s Cube in under a minute. We didn’t last long  — but oh, what a time it was. He would pick me up, place me on the kitchen counter like it was the most natural thing in the world, and start cooking. Nudles was his signature dish back then. Not the fancy kind — just noodles with herbs from Domino’s leftover packets, and sauces mixed like cocktails. Plates? Too mainstream. We’d eat straight out of the saucepan, laughter spilling, cracking the most bizarre jokes. While the nudles cooked, he’d toss a glass into the deep freezer — an EMPTY one, mind you...