So, I found yet another poem (and not even by Robert Browning or Pablo Neruda) that I love. It's nice how many f those I've been bumping into these days. It's about "love", one of the greatest mysteries of today, it's not cheesy, which is among its USP's. It's brilliant. Hope you like & enjoy it as much as I did. THE DEFINITION...
As a girl, the society almost expects me to love shopping. Love? Heck, no! That’s way too mild a term. Thrive on it, live for it, yearn for it…you get the picture. And really, I do see a lot of girls (guys also, yes, but predominantly girls) whose extra-circular activities include shopping. I have friends who can shop, shop, shop and do that...
Another day. Its becoming so mundane, even waiting for the mundane-ness to break. And yet, its not. Another day, and its exactly like the one gone by. I’ll just wait for something to happen. A miracle. A revolution, perhaps? I do not know. But I am beginning to think a revolution would be a good thing. Suddenly all that drama & jazz makes...
Today I saw The Motorcycle Diaries. Yes, today, for the first time ever. I had tried watching it earlier in the past, but somehow couldn’t watching snippets of it, fifteen minutes at max. So today, I (along with my mom), brushed off the dust of the borrowed VCD pack (among other things) and started my piling up list of movies that I had...
