It was the last day of the camp. All the campers were leaving out in busses and cars, being chaperoned off by the staff to the airport at various times during the day. As had been normal for quite a few days now (or was it weeks?), I had slept for 5-6 hours the previous night and yet was wide awake . . . Read more

The running high is like having a prolonged orgasm. I have a love-hate relationship with running. At the core of it, it is an extremely repetitive act, you’re doing one thing and one thing only, but then it is this simplicity of action that puts you in a trance. If you’re like me, the ti . . . Read more

I came home today from the gym all sweaty and smelly and quite content. As I threw my bags on the bed and settled down, I had a great urge to open up my laptop and check something online. Lately I’ve been becoming increasing aware of this internet addiction that seems more and more unavoidable . . . Read more