A Mid-Monsoon Afternoon’s Dream

  I am not a dreamer, at least not in the literal sense of the term. I have dreams, yes, but I don’t see snippets of my subconscious playing out in some distant corner of my sleeping mind, only to realise that I remember but traces when I wake up. Sometimes I fancy I could …

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Hugh’s Grant

I hated him. Yes I did! Thousands swooned over him. No girl who devoured rom- coms - and I doubt there exists such a girl who does not - could stand a word against him. He was worth raising all the Hugh and cry for - The quintessential rakish cad who would break hearts before …

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