Confessions, confessions, confessions…this time aboard an-almost-about-to-crash AI 120

However close the bond is, there will come a time in your life especially when you are all grown up and living in another city, that you and your mom will prefer different brands of tea.

I’ve learnt that some men will even fake a heart attack to get out of shopping.

This is for all the women travelers: always carry talcum powder on a trip. You just never know when and for what you might need it. And while you are packing the essentials, do pack the nano and the mac. Familiar gizmos always instill a sense of comfort.

Some beasts remain just that: beasts. No magical kiss from Belle will change them into hunky men. Sigh!

Success is the new name for greed.

Eating out is the new age oral gratification.

When newspaper headlines are dominated by Paris, the heiress turned jail junkie and not the eternal city then you know you are indeed living in troubled times.

Going by the weirdoes I attract, sometimes I feel that the title sucker.com is inscribed on my forehead.

Sometimes a stranger’s smile feels like the very best homecoming.

I think I can live my life in a hotel suite as long as room service, house keeping, laundry and maintenance service are available 24/7.

My secret fantasy: to buy my comfort faded green suede sofa in Marriott’s Reflections bar.

You can play endless rounds of truth or dare but at the end of the day, only one man can make your heart flutter…always.