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Penning from my senses | Episode 1 – Nervous Nineties Over the past few months, I have been mulling over writing humorous takes and perspectives based on what I observe – see, hear, feel. So, here we go – my first in the “Penning from my senses” series. Disclaimer: Think of this episode as a ‘stand-up comedy’. It is intended to be a work of fiction, and not meant to body-shame or malign any person. Episode 1: NERVOUS NINETIES I am a ‘nineties kid’ – but that’s not the reason for this title. The term, as many of you would be aware, is often used in cricket when batters are in their nineties and feel nervous whether they would reach a century or not. Also, now that I think about it, it may also be applicable to Queen Elizabeth II.  However, my reason is slightly different. My weight has always been bordering on ninety - and that makes me extremely nervous. This is one century I hope I never have to talk about. I wish this episode would have been about my “wei

The murder in my dream It is often said that if you have a special person in life, you don't need a diary. But I strongly believe that a human will always fail you. Inadvertently. Sometimes in a few days. Sometimes after a few years. I am writing this diary because of an eerie dream – I saw a murder. Murder of my best friend. That too, by her husband. February 18, 2019 I don't know yet whether things happened the way I am going to describe. Perhaps it's my mind playing games as it often does after a marathon reading of the psychotic thrillers. Or maybe it’s my pills that my therapist has prescribed for my paranoia. But my gut says otherwise – I think the murder did happen. I just need to get to the bottom of it.   Let me go back a few months. Simran, my best friend from college had gotten married to Rakesh Sinha, a hotshot management consultant who owned a plush 3BHK in Bandra along with a couple of swanky cars. I know what you are thinking, but no. My