Should you get a Pixie Cut?

He held his scissors and the comb in the other hand and asked, “Are you ready?” “Are you sure?” my hairdresser had asked me. This was five months ago. It was a different hair salon. My hairdresser was a trainee (read cheap haircut). My hair was almost waist length. “Yes, actually, I want it shorter.”... Continue Reading →

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When in Rome,

“To the girl sitting at the stairs, You are a fucking goddess.” ~Anonymous Gatwick Airport, London. A woman dressed in black was yelling at someone on her phone in Italian. I could filter out the swear words. And it appeared so could the little Spanish girl standing behind me in the check-in queue. ‘She just... Continue Reading →

The Accident

Our bus halts. There isn’t any bus stop in the immediate vicinity. I don’t notice it at first, still enjoying Dorayaki. We had dropped these Japanese pancakes on the bus floor while trying to open the packet. That hadn’t stopped us from eating them. We had picked them immediately and stuffed them into our mouths.... Continue Reading →

The Movie Premier

We were walking through the streets of London again, still thinking about Mochi. Our tongues craved for more but we were determined not to succumb to our perverse insatiable greed for this Japanese dessert. “Is today 12th?” Lee asked. “Yes,” I said checking my phone. “I am not sure, I need to check, but if... Continue Reading →

How’s life in England?

“So, how’s life in England?” My phone notifies me of yet another text bearing the same question I've heard daily since the past two months. And I am left wondering, yet again, how the hell do I answer this? How’s life in England? Each day, I wake up with a slight hangover because somehow I... Continue Reading →

How to open the door the correct way

I am sitting on the pot, locked inside my bathroom clutching an unusual realization with me, “I am going to die today.” I am aware that it’s a bit uncommon thought considering the location. After all, relief is what they call is a bathroom’s real forte. But I am far, far, far away from that... Continue Reading →

The door, among other things

If I were to listen to my witless alter ego residing inside my head, you would find me standing with my ears pressed against this door just as they once had been pressed against your chest listening to your beating heart. I admit there are no octaves in the heartbeats but I had discovered a... Continue Reading →

The Park

Do not judge her based on her aloofness or hostile temperament. If she asks you to stay away, try not to be offended. She doesn’t hate you, it’s just that she is not used to your unexpected presence. And if, despite her meaningless hostility, you still decide to stay with her, you would slowly and... Continue Reading →

The hot guy at the coffee shop

(And how I would never ask him out) She isn't known for making confident entrances. She steps in as if she has never visited the place before, which is unintentionally a great display of acting on her part. Her face has this perpetual expression of being lost and confused pasted on it. The only hint that... Continue Reading →

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