Who would’ve thought that a six foot mass of green PVC plastic could bring me such joy! So, on Sunday I finally put our Christmas tree up, under the watchful eye of my three-year-old niece who opted to watch Peppa Pig on the laptop instead of jumping at the chance to help me assemble and … More Our 6ft Mass Of Green PVC Plastic Is Up!
Me, me, me. My life is so awful, everyone else around me is moving ahead, reaping benefits, being happy, while I’m stuck here like a little rain cloud. That’s how I felt recently, like a bitter, miserable person that I didn’t want to be around, let alone inflict my company on anyone else! And I … More Opening My Eyes To Sikhi
Ok confession time. I, Just A Small Town Girl, have an unhealthy, inexplicably uncontainable obsession with (drum roll please) my bedroom. Yes I’m a twenty-something year old in the prime of my life, yes I have what one would classify as a pretty active social life, but would I chose to spend an evening in … More I Only Love My Bed & My Mummy Ji
I’m sorry for all the times I used my sharp tongue to cut you I’m sorry for all the times I didn’t return your calls/texts I’m sorry for all the times I didn’t think before I spoke I’m sorry for all the times I was cold when you needed … More An Open Apology
It’s better to be alone than to be with the wrong person, I’ve definitely learnt that this year. And ‘settling’ should never be an option. I don’t care how convenient it may be or how old we may get, we all deserve so much more than to be tied to somebody we have no real … More “Tick Tock,” Says My Biological Clock
Say you were walking down the street and turned a corner to find me standing there, the first fleeting thought that would probably cross your mind would be, “Oh it’s an Indian girl.” To all of you alleged ‘colour blind’ people out there, no that’s not racist, it’s a fact. I am an Indian girl … More A Doomed Mother Tongue
She claims to hate her. Forever criticising and disapproving of everything she does. She vows to be proud if she turns out nothing at all like her. She doesn’t understand her she says, she never has, she never will and she doesn’t want to. But she doesn’t hate her. Far from it in all honesty, … More A Strained Bond