Aarti? She got me into trouble the first day we met,’ Gopal said. I dipped a biscuit in my tea and listened.
Say that to my mother. She stays up at night wondering about who will marry me with this skin colour.
When you screw someone’s life, the least you can do is leave the person alone.
Would you rather take a sensible student, or someone who speaks a foreign language well?’ My.
The worst wait in life is waiting for someone to text back. Riya.
One shows more warmth before ending a wrong number call.
Dress down. Charisma comes from integrity, competence and compassion. Not from expensive clothes.
I don’t think Indians have learnt much since that day. We remain as divided as ever. Everyone still tries to cut a deal for themselves while the nation goes to hell.
Imagine all the sadhus and priests of Varanasi. More than all of their devotion put together, that’s how much I loved her.
What?’ I said, and increased the speed of his treadmill to four kilometres per hour. ‘Slower, bhai.’ ‘It’s fine. Your heart rate should go up. You weighed yourself? How much was it?’ ‘Ninety-five point five.’ ‘That’s too much, Saurabh.’ ‘I am working on it. One day I will have a six-pack like you. Actually, I do have one. It’s just hidden under some tissue.
Someone who will love you like you deserve to be loved. I.
They are not saviours, and it is unfair to expect them to be. It’s not them, but we, who have to solve our problems.
Sometimes, if you just paraphrase everyone’s arguments, you get to be the good guy.
Why do we need our men to praise and validate us in order for us to feel accomplished?
When two women don’t share the right vibe, a peaceful hour together is a minor miracle.
By living on our own terms. By being rats, not mice, work together and beat the system. I will not give up my friends for this system. In fact, my friendships will beat the system.
I guess teaching maths at Chandan Classes didn’t keep me as fit as when I was the volleyball captain at IIT Delhi.
This is how your mind plays game with you. If it wants you to do something, it will find a hundred reasons to justify it.
Why do people tell girls all this? You ask them to achieve things, but when they do, you can’t handle it.
My judgmental relatives, Uncle Conscience and Aunty Guilt, started to ring the doorbell in my head.