He’s playing with his food,
and telling her about this
very intelligent (and so
deliciously funny) woman
he met yesterday.
She nods, enthusiasm
glinting in her eyes. He
tells her even more about
this woman, so so so
funny. He says.
She’s not the jealous
type, he’s grateful. It
is liberating. He had
always wanted a broad.
Minded partner.
She breaks
her soupstick in two,
wishing it was his neck.
Posted on November 30th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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She thinks to herself, that this definitely must be a sign of adulthood and independence. Office-going, rent-paying, buying one’s own soap, and a somewhat ill-stocked fridge. She smells the stale air of her barely lived in flat. That, she felt, was indeed the smell of liberation. From the tyranny of conformity that childhood often is. [...]
Posted on November 28th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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A few days back, Ideasmithy asked a few people about their thoughts on writing. I didn’t respond for a while, not because I didn’t have the time to, but it suddenly brought back a whole new word back into my vocabulary – “writing”. I love blogging, especially when I feel mildly creative and stories hit [...]
Posted on November 22nd, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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Confessions make sense only if you know the real nature of the sin. So here’s it. At one point in time, I read every available book in the Sweet Valley High series. I don’t know why. I am considerably ashamed I did. I usually bury it deep in subconscious. It’s not even like I really [...]
Posted on November 19th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Books, Self | 11 Comments »
It wasn’t her fault. When he sent her songs he downloaded on iTunes, he unwittingly supplied his password. The songs weren’t that great really. On their own, they were beautiful numbers. But because her sense of superiority didn’t allow her to appreciate someone else’s taste, she quickly forgot about them. But the entire transaction allowed [...]
Posted on November 19th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
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Dear Random People,
I realize that you worked on your paper day and night. And that it’s hard to think straight in the last minute when you finally compile your bibliography and reference list. However, it’s annoying to see when you write Google.com as one of your references. It’s like writing “Library Catalogue” in your bibliography. [...]
Posted on November 15th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Rants and Rambles | 11 Comments »
He tells her he is genuinely bored. That this is not the angst of early 20s, or the intellectual smugness of being 26. It has now descended into absolute boredom. One is forced to wonder if boredom strikes when the predictability of life is a little too obvious. Or, worse. If predictability has little to [...]
Posted on November 15th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction, Rants and Rambles | 5 Comments »
