a memoir of etchings and wanderings
It has been a really long time since I sat down and actually enjoyed football. I can clearly recall how the parents and I would sit down after dinner to watch the late matches of some FIFA World Cup. Baba would take a print out of the schedule and I would dutifully update it. The 2010 World Cup was an absolute blur and owing to my rubbish Gurgaon PG I didnt … Continue reading “Bleeding Hart” →
It is often heard that no matter how old you get, you have never actually seen enough. The world always has something new to offer which can shock you to the core and people will never disappoint with the new antics they can come up with to surprise you – pleasantly or otherwise. My experiences have been parallel to the thought. And I have never been disappointed. The moment I … Continue reading “Cynical Me” →