Last year I was in a car accident. Nothing too dramatic, three lanes. Me on the far right, the man in the far left – and we both merged into the middle lane, and each other. I had merged into a very creepy 60 year old man named Tim. I stored Tim’s details in my … More Tim VS Tim
A single fingerprint can reveal so much about who you are. … More Fingerprints Of A Burglar
Intimate relationships, much like the cosmos, have laws. Laws of attraction, laws of chemistry, and laws of physics. I’ve often wondered why it is that some couples are perfect for each other, and others seem to perpetuate poetic catastrophe. I’ve dreamt up this great correlation between the rules of the planets and the rules of … More Rust & Stardust
There’s so much poetry written about women. An endless fascination with their beauty, character, and bodies. Women – the inspiration for art, muses for the artist. A woman can hold a gaze in a way that no man can recreate, she is the centrepiece of every room, the moon amongst the stars. Women are empowered … More A Thing Of Beauty
There I stood in a fresh farmers market, my hand reaching down to pick a ruby red delicious apple, when all of a sudden another hand reached to pick the same one. I looked up into big green eyes and a handsome smile. I apologised, gave him the apple and walked a few steps to … More Why Is The Mystery Of Dating Obsolete?
F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote that “There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.” Simply put, human connections vary with every different relationship. You will never have an identical connection with one partner as you will have with the next. But do we actually have the same love/connection with … More Why Do We Connect?
Once you love someone, can you ever really un-love them? Once you truly feel love, what happens to it? Does love spontaneously combust? Or does it stay there, missing you, waiting patiently for the moment you’re ready to be loved again, if ever? The other day I visited my father, he was renovating my grandmothers … More The Architecture Of Ended Love
Intimacy. It holds a different meaning to all of us, a word so estranged, that none of us can put our finger on it. We each define it so uniquely that it’s no longer a signifier for one particular emotion. It’s an amalgamation of physical and emotional needs that we all mix with different formulations. … More What is Intimacy?
Throughout my days, I have moments of being intoxicated. Ordinary days, ordinary moments. Moments that are fleeting and hyper-intense. They incapacitate my very core. There’s no exclusive trigger, nothing specific that is a catalyst for this intoxication. It could be a memory; a memory of a kiss, a perfectly described concept or an alarming sound. … More Drunk
I had this strange moment of awareness. Awareness that almost everyone I know has a private and mysterious inner life. Somewhere along the corridors of the mind, lies a deep dark door – a labyrinth of curiosity – but can never be broken into. What’s hidden behind the door? Secret perversions? Unquenchable thirsts? Vulnerable desires? … More Duality
