By Priya ArunkumarThe queue had 10 people. But the two metres separating each one seem to add to the distance and it was a long wait. I picked a paper, sat on the outer section and began to read. I was waiting for my colleague’s daughter to finish the appointment...
“Don’t forget to like me…” she ended her quick call, filling it with thousand-odd tidbits. It was just a minute’s call and out of the blue, but right on my birthday. Picking her line, I was pretty sure it was just to wish me a good day… sigh! It was a pretty...
By Priya Arunkumar“You are a feminist, aren’t you? He smirked. Et tu brute, I silently thought as I looked at my childhood pal, who used to bully me at every given opportunity. No, why do you say that, I queried. “Well, long back when you joined us in school, I knew...
By Priya Arunkumar “I like you aunty, I am going to be your friend,” the four-year old declared with a beaming face. While I stood there gaping at the little boy, he must have sensed my confusion. He came close to me and said, “Your chappals have strawberries on it...
By Priya Arunkumar What if you get a 365-days’ break from all daily routines; a total break from what you like and hate the most? I was also in the audience when the self-help coach posed this question to the crowd. Although the idea was quite enticing and the concept...