A woman with the potential to make it big. It is not that she cannot: she simply will not.
PHOTO CREDITS: ANIESHA BRAHMA
The closest anyone has come to being an adopted daughter.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I'm craving for pepsi right now. Not Pepsi, but pepsi. The ones they used to sell outside my school and college in long plastic tubes. The ones whose end you had to cut with your teeth and suck. The ones with long ice cylinders at their centre. The ones that used to cost 50 paise apiece (one rupee for my favourite milk-flavoured one). The ones whose thoughts bring me memories of my childhood and adolescence. The ones that have represented the best years of my life. The ones my parents always asked me not to have, especially since I had typhoid, but were so irresistible that I never cared to listen to them.