An old sign adorns a shop’s window in Connaught Place, Delhi.
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The explosion echoes from Connaught Place. We all turn, our heads craned at awkward angles due to the way we’re crammed into our auto rickshaw.
“Whoa,” says Gina.
“It’s probably just fireworks,” responds Emilie. “They set off fireworks all year [...] Read more »
“Have you seen the god damn ratings?” he screamed, his red power tie flailing as we cowered in our executive chairs. “The fucking Teletubbies are beating us! I don’t even know what a Boobah is!” Mack Herbovitz slammed his fist on the table, the small glasses of ice water rippling with the force of the [...] Read more »
So there I was, sitting around with nothing to do at work. Again. Since I’ve gotten in trouble twice in the last month for reading comic books on the job, I figured there was nothing left to do but grab that copy of Entertainment Weekly that sits so alluringly on our counter enticing the star-struck [...] Read more »
Welcome to my addiction post. That’s right, I said it. Addiction. You want me to say it again? Fine. Addiction. It’s not that tough. And don’t even think about an intervention. I don’t think I need it. Well, fuck you too. You don’t even know what I’m addicted to. Well, at least you don’t know [...] Read more »