05 Sep The search for my friend ends
Sarita Reddy was my best friend. We sat together on one bench all through high...
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Sarita Reddy was my best friend. We sat together on one bench all through high...
It was a typical weekday evening - the noise and commotion would rival a marketplace....
Last evening I had to avail the service of my driver to attend a Toastmaster’s...
Okay, enough of brooding and sulking, I told myself yesterday, after more than a month...
Why am I writing this, worse still posting it? It’s got to do with the...
The other day I was speaking to one of my mentors. As we sat talking...
I am back after a three-week break and am called a fool by exuberant friends...
Yesterday I was attacked by the fight or flight syndrome. I almost lifted my butt...
I flushed history yesterday. I downed 11 bottles of water [almost 4 litres]. Unprecedented a...
I thought long and hard if I should write this here rather in my diary,...