A Bowl of Elusive

You know how some people have such profound effect on your life that you associate certain things with them forever? Yeah, that was the case with this girl and Vasant Kunj. I’d forever associate Vasant Kunj with her. She calls herself Archie, her parents call her Achu, she’s Archana on the dotted line, but for me, she’ll forever be “the Gold-digger of Vasant Kunj”. See how I copied Vladimir Nabokov’s prose style? Yeah, this one deserves Lolita-level luscious language. (Also killing it with the alliteration. Ha ha.) Before I dive into the story, let me introduce myself. I stand at about five feet nine, have a very sharp nose and a lean body. I grew up in an orthodox Jaat family till about the age of twelve after which my father moved to Delhi and got me admitted into a convent school. Halleluiah for that! So understandably, I am a confused soul, sophisticated in some aspects and earthy in others. I usually speak in a faux British accent, slipping into Haryanvi when using Hindi wo...

Ah, life! The more you think you have it all figured out, the more it puzzles you. Atul and Ipsita were in love. And being in their thirties, both of them felt like there weren't any surprises ahead. They were both upfront with each other regarding their pasts and they were both pretty okay with each others' former love lives. They got along famously and were really excited about creating a life together. Then one fateful day, Atul had to move to another city for work. And just like that, the fairy tale romance that the two had created got a twist of reality. I've always believed that long distance relationships are unnatural. Think about it, just hundred years ago, a man living in Chennai could not, under any circumstances, be in a relationship with a woman staying in Aizawl. Yeah, you can give me some bullshit about people falling in love over letters back in the Victorian days, but that was simply because they were so repressed in their real lives that they sought...