Sunshine Too Brief


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I'm a self-absorbed Bengali-Torontonian;
Fish comes to me raw, wrappend in seaweed, not cooked in curry;
I love watching thunderstorms and rain;
Sad endings make more sense to me than happy ones;
I hate empty walls.

In the News

Craving of the week-
Dark Chocolate
Reading List-
Midnight's Children
Movie review(out of 5)-
127 hours- *****
Buried- ****
That Girl in Yellow Boots- **
Love of the week-
Seeing James Franco
Aim for the weekend-
Watch 'Going Postal' The Movie

My Novella: Samosa for the Arranged Souls

Introduction & Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapters 3, 4 & 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 continues

Chapter 7 & Epilogue

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    Defibrillation continues.

    Goal: Writing a story in 10 minutes without editing for content.
    Instruction: It should start with- "Now you are an accomplice", he said.


    "Now you are an accomplice", he said as he put on his socks. "This stays between just the two of us".
    She nodded and wished for the second time that she had never walked into his room.
    "I really should have known better that this would happen", she thought to herself.
    "Its cold out. Do you have your socks on?" he asked.
    She knew that is not why he wanted her to wear them but she lifted up her right foot and showed him anyway. They had done this before, she knew the drill.

    As she followed him down the stairs, she was briefly thankful that she wasn't going in first this time. She could only hope that maybe they will believe that it was his idea if they got caught. But deep down in her gut she knew that they will still blame her. She was older after all.

    She tried to catch his sleeves when they reached the bottom of the stairs but he moved too fast. There was nothing to more to do than follow the light instead. As they stopped in front of the jar, she put her hand on his shoulder and said, "I think Mommy put chocolate chunks in this time".


    Defibrillation of this space

    Someone explain to me what is up with the Twitter craze!

    Unless you are Obama or George Clooney...(insert gratuitous picture of Clooney snapped at the TIFF this year...

    .....not by someone who lives right across the theatre his movie premiered in- ME.
    By someone who wasn't, at that moment, in a lineup to see another movie that she had free tickets to.
    Not Bitter. At All.)

    uumm...what was I saying?

    Oh yeah. What makes you think that anyone wants to know the status updates to your life constantly in 140 characters or less?!
    *dramatic pause*
    In other news, today's post will be a Twitter.
    Here goes capturing my rants in 140 characters or less.

    *cracks knuckles*
    *ouch*(forget it, can't crack knuckles)
    *stretching fingers to prevent cramping*


    When did it become okay to wear tights as pants? With boots and a jacket
    so short that I can see you sashaying in front of me. Did I mention she was a Hijabi Muslim woman?
    5:24pm Nov 2 From TazzyTweets

    Take that, people who think Twitter is replacing blogs! That was 139 characters minus spaces.
    You know what? I'll add one more.


    There, now its 140.

    Comment back in 7 characters or less!