Today, Kym made her Mamma cry.
Everyone was playing the ‘Introduction game’ in which one is supposed to start by saying, ‘Hi, I am Kedar, from Pune’ and so on and so forth.
Kymaia’s turn. She pauses. And begins, ‘Hi, I am Kymaia, from Natasha.’
Mamma bear’s heart = Melted.
Pic: February 2015.
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.
