The day my feet touch the ground from here, she decided at that instant, is the day I finally become a woman.
Bhatu dadu died on a Friday morning, uneventfully and unobtrusively, surprising none in the village.
"He'll be here for the next one," he sighed and dropped to the ground too, "That's the good thing about birthdays. There's always more to look forward to, unless you die before the next of course."
On the night of my wedding I break the ice with my newly wedded husband by telling him about the first man I loved.
Party, next Friday? Prep must start from at least a week before. Bengali house parties are disasters just waiting to happen
I'm a poet and I tell you this,
Dieting and exercising is tough. Sometimes, we, the horizontally challenged need a gentle push, a trace of added motivation to run that extra mile (literally).
One destructive guy. Two fierce, infatuated best friends. A tinge of envy, a spoonful of passive aggressive insults, catfights, and a whole lot of drama.
Some people overlook the hidden meanings behind handshakes because it's an impulsive greeting. But there are many things one can infer from a simple handshake.
Horror movies are created with intentions greater than petrifying you of entering the bathroom solo for weeks, or providing an excuse to play hero as your girlfriend grasps on to you in terror. They aim to convey momentous teachings that your life and death dangerously dangle upon.
Sometimes even cupid's work needs a little push. That's where the wingwoman walks in with the sole duty of finding the single friend a Pringle.
Being in a trio, we don't respond very well to pair works. We're just not about that lifestyle. We face great dilemma when asked to pick a partner.
Coffee tastes better in your tainted china cup,
Marriage, the supposed unification of two souls. What doesn't quite make the "happily ever after" image is the separation between
