A tabloid has it that Deepika Padukone, when asked who she would rate higher, if she had to, a beau or her father, answered it would be her father. At least she’s sure he’s there for keeps. A sign of the times wouldn’t you say?
Relationships these days seem to come with an increasing factor of transience. What I’m ruminating on is whether

It’s said women dress for the critical appraisal of women. Never mind if I say I’m pleasing myself, or even my man, another woman’s approval affirms my choice. And apart from approval it is also a one upmanship I see as I sit at a table looking at women out to outdo each other and prove that they’re ‘richer’, ‘smarter’,

Time. Where is it all gone? I don’t seem to find traces of any of it all. Here I am feeling I’m on a crazy roller-coaster ride whizzing with its swoops and panic-ridden thrills, and a formidable to-do list extending into the near and far future. Mundane and ambitious. Today here I am, doing what I wanted to. Art, decor that televisions and

1. Albania

Exploration, adventure, the wilds and anything not plastic and artificial is beautiful, so surrounded are we by artifice and pre-digested pap.