It’s funny coz it’s true

Niharika has long since earned the reputation for being the purveyor of crappy forwards via text message.  The kind that you think are being written by a guy in a red shirt, yellow pants and one long coke nail, who stands by the side of taxis checking himself out in the rear view mirror occasionally […]

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“It was, like, all dark and stormy…”

The title of Katie Roiphe’s recent WSJ article was spot on. I’m a sucker for good copy writing, and it was enough to make me want to keep reading. (Remember kids, a good headline and snappy introduction is all it takes!) Her premise is interesting, that young adults are now attracted to literature that is […]

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My life sucks, I don’t give a F***

“Today, two of my cousins sat me down and said they wanted to give me an early Birthday present.With straight faces, they look at me and say: “we signed you up for eHarmony, and paid for 12 months. Not only do my cousins think I need help finding a boyfriend, but they think it take […]

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The summer took it’s time coming. The roads were lined with trees of hues of red that were yet elusive to the human palette. Without looking her in the eye, he never looked her in the eye; he would speak, fervently hoping that it sounded casual. “What are you doing this afternoon?” “Nothing,” she would […]

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The best thing in the world…

And every song in there reminds me of you. It stands for a moment, a feeling and this unbridled freedom I feel when I’m by your side. I think of that time, in the beginning when we would lie in each other’s arms, not able to get enough of each other, kissing and talking till […]

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When God cries

There come’s a point in your life where you don’t give a shit anymore. When you roll your pants up to your knees and waddle into the rain, your toes squelching into the mud that lines the streets. You raise your head to the sky to feel the raindrops on your face and stick your […]

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About pain

Her name was Megan , and she was 10. She came in with a long and deep cut in her arm which would make the toughest of stomachs flinch. She would need stitches and a loads of painkillers with at least three weeks off the playground that gave her the cut. She wore a pastel green […]

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Locked out

I called my roommate: “Hi Christa! It’s me…Could you….” “UHHHH! Aditi, you’ll have to wait a few minutes though, I just put the sauce on the stove. You better remember to carry your keys next time, I’m not going to let you in again!” “Oh Oh! I’ll wait, sorry….thank you” Summer is on its way […]

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