The love for writing is probably one of the neediest things in the world, ask any writer. You fail to shower it with attention, then it will nag you like a desperate housewife
The other day, I had an important question to ask my dad and when I found him at the dining table busy on an architectural drawing, I had to swiftly think of the ultimate conversation starter.
It is a bitterly cold Monday morning, you are in a matatu, grumpily headed to work. Your body is wrapped in layers of clothing but still, you are freezing. “Can’t the government introduce compulsory frosty leave or something like that so that on cold days like this one, hardworking taxpayers like me can rest?” You… Continue reading WHY?
It was a Friday evening, I was walking from work to the bus stop with my mind on a Facebook inbox from a certain dude, who felt that the article I did on types of guys who will hit on you in campus was unfair……..to the guys.
Last week’s post received a really encouraging response. So before I proceed with this week’s article, I want to thank everyone who read, shared, liked and commented on the post.
I miss my campus days. They were awesome, well…..apart from the power blackouts, perennial brokenness, impromptu CATS, early morning Graphic Design lessons, exams and lectures who made simple things such as English sound more complicated than Human Anatomy.
Am typing this after reading the latest hate mail from an anonymous person who is vehemently against Supergirl’s relationship. Yaani my grandma had lots of admirers like this?