How about potluck, today?
I know a game to play,
I named it whet and wet!

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Permission granted,
Do all that you want.
On one condition, though,
Whatever you do should make my toes curl and my body blush,
Are you game?

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You say something cheesy and my cheeks turn red,
Hey! I've a great idea,
How about you do something cheesier and check in what color my body blushes with?

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What if I repeat the same magic? tonight,
I'm not being selfish,
But, It's interesting how I can make my lips taste like you.

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I witness more breakups than love lives in the recent times. One thing I'm really glad about these years though is people are sure that moving on is definitely a part of life and to find someone else on their course is always considered an option. At least people have stopped counting the number of people they fell in and out of love. That's quite unnecessary.

Day 0 of breakup - you are set free with the memories of the person. Memories that might pull you back or hold your throat or haunt you. The thing you, how you get over it and how you move on and how long it takes is personal and individual. If you take 5 years to move on, it's because of you and if the other person took not more than a month, it's again their own will to. Nobody is going to send you an Oscar award for not moving on. Nobody is going to trash the other person questioning how they took just a month to heal.

What's necessary to understand is though that moving on and healing from a breakup works differently for each. If it takes another relationship or a one night stand or a fling for the other person to move on, and if they're sure it would help and plunge, we have no rights to stop them and say no.

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A group of men cornered me in a post and slut shamed me just because my profile "looked" like a feminist's profile to them.

I cannot hide behind"I'm not a feminist" or "I believe in equality" phrases just because YOU refuse to read and understand what's feminism. Or rather, YOU refuse to accept what it is and would still want to fool around people.

Yes. I'm a feminist. I'm a feminist according to the very definiton of the word. If you refuse to grow up, if you are adamant to not to accept what the movement did to this world all these years, none can help you!

I strongly believe that feminism is required for the future, especially when you - a random guy - who had the audacity to throw disgusting words at a woman who didn't even reply to any of yours or your friends' texts on a thread so casually, and and cornered for no reason.

First, read what is Feminism. Then, you can comment on our sexual life.

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Parlour lady is hell bent in selling her 'bomb pedicure' that costs thrice the normal.

Mam, I'll wash, scrub, massage, tear your skin, change the blood and bones, stitch it back with golden thread, wrap it neat with archies gift wrapper and add a red bow...

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Tell me about the books you've read so far and I'll tell you how good the book you write will ever be.

I went to a voracious reader and asked him to read my nude manuscript (It takes a lot of strength to do that) - He smiled and said, "Leave this aside. Go back home and read a 100 books. Then you read your manuscript,"

25 books down, I deleted my manuscript. First draft of Dirty Martini it is.

To all my Indian authors and writers, I know it's difficult. Painstalking. Especially, when you might not get any returns. And, when you're forced to shell a lot of money on editing and designing and publishing. It's ok! Relax. Calm down. Common readers or people will never understand our pain. It's none of their business to understand, actually. So keep calm!

But, keep reading. It hurts me to hear young writers saying "I've no time to read," that might sound fancy but you'll starve for words later. Read more than you write. Please!

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To-do-list for the night:-

- 2 neat whisky pegs
- And to chain your waist with my legs

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And, when you pulled me closer,
Grabbing my waist,
Risking the flight that you might miss,
You kissed me. Hard. Harder.
So different from the gentle kisses we've shared.
The intensity so strong,
Implying that this is our last kiss.
You sucked my soul along and left me at that,
I've a confession to make,
Would it be okay?
I want to be honest,
Given a choice, I'd choose this last kiss
Over a forever.

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