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Tonight, when you call | Bhumika's Boudoir
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The life and times of Bhumika Anand. Nobody likes fat ladies →. Tonight, when you call. March 19, 2015. Tonight, when you call, we shall speak about words. Your voice soothing apologies; mine lilting like the songs of birds. Tonight, when you call, we shall share memories. You will remember how children are born; I will shudder recalling how a tree dies. Tonight, when you call, we shall laugh. Your teeth shining in my smiling eyes; my giggle caught in your teasing mouth. Written for the ghazal writing as...
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The happy recipe | Bhumika's Boudoir
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The life and times of Bhumika Anand. A lover goes shopping →. May 17, 2015. 8220;I’m happy. Are you happy? 8220;I’m happy.”. Only, she is not. She is happy only when I am unhappy. Then, she gets to feed off my negativity, the debilitating stress that makes me paranoid, unhinged a little bit, coming apart at the seams somewhat. Where I will wear green nail polish on my fingers and toes but wear a dress in crimson even though it’s not yet Christmas. 8220;Are you still harping about that man? Am I too fat?
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You was | Bhumika's Boudoir
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The life and times of Bhumika Anand. Strangers in the Night. The Immortals of Mahadevpura →. March 19, 2014. I nurse this nothingness we share. As if it’s a secret love affair. I never tell anyone that I speak to you. It’s like I never do. In the mornings, I pretend the conversation didn’t happen. The frenzied messaging,. And the half-hearted conversation of last night,. Crumbles in the light of day. If I tell myself often enough that it didn’t. It won’t happen again. It won’t happen again,. And who both...
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Commitment phobia | Bhumika's Boudoir
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The life and times of Bhumika Anand. I too have a sex story. How you must not let Western Influences ruin your Indian Culture →. October 8, 2013. You were so bewildered, so wounded then, remember? Full of stories of strangers and songs. So boring, I thought, till you made me laugh. You were so cheerful and brave then, remember? You offered me the world; said there was nothing we couldn’t do. You promised me something I could never have refused. You were so committed and caring then, remember? If we don’t...
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Eating Bangalore | Bhumika's Boudoir
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The life and times of Bhumika Anand. March 6, 2015. The taste of Glucose biscuits and Nandini milk. Crushed to a malt and spooned clean as a sweet. With coffee and tea drunk in ten minute intervals. Before idlis and vadas and sambhar and chutney. Are clicked at with two spoons. Or the potato palya with translucent onions. Red chutney and green chutney. To decorate the paling dosa buttered as a toast. Tiffin paves way for a mid-morning drink. Horlicks, tea, coffee,. The adventureres sneak in a smoke.
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Bhumika's Boudoir | The life and times of Bhumika Anand | Page 2
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The life and times of Bhumika Anand. Newer posts →. The Birth of Baby. January 20, 2016. The baby would not be born. The mother did not believe in sacrifices or martyrdom. The mother grew taller instead. It was enough for now that the days were spent dreaming. Matching her nose with his lips. Her cheeks with his jaw. His hair but her texture. His height but her curves. And gender? Would the universe be contrary? Would they have a boy because they would love to have a girl? The baby would grow up surround...
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Nobody likes fat ladies | Bhumika's Boudoir
https://bhumikasboudoir.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/nobody-likes-fat-ladies
The life and times of Bhumika Anand. Tonight, when you call. Stoned Immaculate →. Nobody likes fat ladies. March 23, 2015. Why I am telling means, it is for your own good. Nobody likes fat ladies, ma. Whatever it might be. Tomorrow marriage also problem. If at all, by chance, God’s grace, you get married also, then,. Children bearing problems are beginning. Why you want all that? Nobody likes fat ladies, ma. Whatever it might be. From the window she entered shop. Such a life save. Whatever it might be.
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Fetish | Bhumika's Boudoir
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The life and times of Bhumika Anand. Tonight, when you call →. March 8, 2015. You will in some future time ask me what I saw in you. You will joke. And just like in a sleek romance, you will say, we have to up such counts at least in real life, no? And you will put that book aside again and reach over to kiss the underside of my bare feet. See, there I go dreaming again. But this is what I mean. If you have had sex with someone in your dreams repeatedly, does that count as having a lover? I ask you one d...
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Bhumika’s Boudoir | Bhumika's Boudoir
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The life and times of Bhumika Anand. Author Archives: Bhumika's Boudoir. July 3, 2016. I am home. This is home. It’s all just the same as I left it. Of course, there is more furniture now and he has repositioned the furniture but it’s the same. It smells the same. There is that hint … Continue reading →. May 30, 2016. May 1, 2016. It’s round and innocuous at first. She says it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t do anything. She laughs and acts embarrassed if someone asks her about it&...In Sickness and In Health.
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Stoned Immaculate | Bhumika's Boudoir
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The life and times of Bhumika Anand. Nobody likes fat ladies. The discreet affair →. March 26, 2015. In my city, you can drive when drunk, provided you don’t get caught. We spend an entire minute exclaiming like in the movies, loud, positively annoying if you are not in on the topic. No, really, right? I know, right? O My God. That’s what I thought. That’s what I said. O My God. God, do you see how we don’t even need words. Yes, and that? Fuck, that, yes. God. How? One summer night, going to the pier.
