When I asked my social media friends about a specific chikki/gajak/revdi that I had fallen in love with, two of them offered to simply send me some. And this is how, ladies and gentlemen, I landed up with more wintery mithai than I could imagine in my dreams.
Deepak Gupta Bhai and Qaiser Asad Sahiba, you are both darlings. How am I going to finish this? And how can ever I thank you enough? You two are sweeter than the mithai you have sent. I am in your debt.
Suicide, the ultimate rebellion, the final act of non-cooperation, isn't something to be laughed at. It is heartbreaking to see it being ridiculed by some people I truly admire (who I'd have presumed more empathetic than that) to counter some other people (who are known…
VERY interesting!
Back in December 2012, when the Nirbhaya protests erupted across the country, I wrote this and discovered it only in reference to something else I was looking for.
When's the movie coming out?
How many of us can be Ravish Kumar? I, for one, can't. Of course, I can't, and won't ever be Rajdeep Sardesai. I'd probably be more like Prannoy Roy.
We all have a limited fount of courage. Each of us knows where that limit is. Notwithstanding our public posturing.
