Seashells

His ringtone for when I called was 'Thinking out Loud' by Ed Sheeran.  My chats with him have a collection of songs that he dedicated to us. They were some of his favourites he would send as suggestions once in a while. Some were about us, some about the children he wanted to make with me, some about good times, some about why the break up hurts, some about how good we had it.  1) How Good We Had It  2) Don't Give Me Those Eyes 3) Cold 4) Heart To Heart 5) Good Things Fall Apart 6) September  (James Blunt Collection)  7) All Of Me  8) Monsters 9) High 10) Carry you home 11) Postcards 12) Heart to Heart 13) Stay the Night 14) Halfway 15) Melody 16) Someone you loved by Lewis 17) All I want - Kodaline He lives through the songs he dedicated.   

Joanna Menezes is a hot 24-year-old I met precisely six years ago at Wilson College. She and her sister Eroisha Fernandes were my batchmates with whom I had not intended to become friends, but life is such that we ended up together, for good. Menezes and I are now inseparable, so much so, that I can totally picture us sitting in a cafe in Paris when we're sixty yet sexy.  View this post on Instagram A post shared by Manthra Koliyer (@whatevrrrr__) She is a Netflix queen, and there was once a time when there was not a single show she had not watched. One of her recommendations was Jane the Virgin, a San American romantic comedy-drama and satirical telenovela developed by Jennie Snyder Urman. This series revolves around the life of Jane Villanueva's life and how it turns upside down after she gets artificially inseminated. She is in for a more tremendous shock when she discovers that the biological donor is her (hot) boss and former crush.  Although I never...

I found somebody who can love me at my worst.  Who clicks selfies with me when I'm sleeping with my mouth wide open I found somebody who loves my strawberry thighs, Who has a super cool yet dramatic family just like mine, I found somebody who is ready to learn an alien language because why not, Who is my reel and real boyfriend, I found somebody who travels kilometres apart to have a cheese grill w me, Who sings like nobody is watching, who flexes sticky notes, I found somebody who shares his birthday with Big B and is quite Bollywood, just like him, Who loves beaches and couldn't care less about it because things he loves are just as infinite as his love.  . . . I found somebody who can love me at my worst.

When I pursued a diploma in journalism from The Asian College Of Journalism (ACJ), Chennai, I got the chance to meet people from different walks of life. If you knew me or met me during my ACJ days, you would know that I absolutely loved reporting.  Meeting new people, and talking with them about things just thrills me. We used to go with a few questions in mind and would end up hearing stories for hours. Yes, that's how reporting works. It was a beautiful experience for a person like me, who loves to talk with people.  I have gone to fishermen's quarters on the loop road in Chennai, toured around Adyar sitting behind a Swiggy delivery woman, waited from dawn to dusk at the super scary Erwadi dargah, met Sri Lankan refugees, and the list goes on and on. Reporting almost every second day, made me realize how beautiful Journalism is, and how fortunate I was to get such a chance. Journalism humbles you. It shapes you in ways unknown.  Being on the roads with a Swiggy deliver...

Did poker happen to me?  It wasn't poker, but my father and all of my family members hyped Kumar Mama's game. I kinda won in a random card game against him when we were in the train going to our native place. So maybe that's were all of this started!  My grandmother gave my mother a few pastings for playing cards with her family members. She also made my uncle take a bath before entering the house because on a random hot sunny day, he decided to play cards. Today, I write about card games for a living. Praise the lord, that woman is not alive anymore, haha!   Poker let me write and explore everything else that I loved to write, act and be. I tried my hand at Instagram reels, script writing, and more. I've initiated interviews with poker players at 12 AM and spoken  Poker helped me pursue a secret project!  Poker helped me find my mentor!  Poker got me closer to right and wrong people!  . . . . . This is a developing story, entirely based on how lo...

 I like your friendly banters,  I like your smile, I like how you pull my leg in Whatsapp group chats but send heart emojis across in pc, I like how you make ugly faces while we video call,  I like how you wake up in the wee hours just to see me in sweaty yoga pants, I like how you promise me gifts, but you hardly know any of my favourites! Haha!  I like how warm waffles make you smile! 

Bombay is beautiful. Okay, not all parts. I've always envied Bandra but the whooshing sounds of auto rickshaws was always a turn off. I explored Bandra with a different set of people. I've been to the church with several loved ones. I've made promises, I've broken promises. I've laughed, admired and drowned in the sound of my laughter.  The first few memories of Bandra was when I attended the Mother Mary fair with my neighbours. Walking through the aisles of Bandra church, looking around for the smallest souvenir I could take home, going to their relatives' places, gosh what a beautiful time. A few years later, I explored parts of Bandra from the gates of National College. Some days with my college friends, sitting at Carter's, Bandstand, cafes. From going to Bandra for a cup of coffee at 11 PM to sitting at Carter socials with my favourite girl, Saachi, Bandra has seen it all. Years later, my favourite girl Amrutha was in Bombay for a conference. The reside...