I cut bangs last Tuesday. Not dramatically. Not during a breakdown. Not after a fight. No one cheated. No one left. Nothing collapsed. Which almost makes it more suspicious. Because culturally, women do not cut bangs in stable emotional climates. Bangs, they are transitional. They arrive like the weather. For a split second after the scissors did what scissors do, I experienced the classic flicker of regret. Not because it looked bad, but because I did not recognize the woman

Effortless cool is a paradox because it appears natural while being anything but accidental. It is not generational. It does not belong to Gen Z, nor was it perfected in the nineties. It moves across decades because it is not a trend. It is embodied. Sometimes curated. Almost always conscious. The uncomfortable truth is that people who are perceived as cool are aware of it. They may not perform that awareness, but they know. Coolness is not oblivion. It is not clumsiness. It

If you’re born and brought up in India, chances are you’re automatically drafted into the cricket fan club. Not as an option, and certainly not as a hobby. It is more like a cultural subscription that renews itself every season. Regardless of gender, when India is playing another country, you watch. Not merely for the sake of it, but also with a mild pretence of giving a shit about India winning. In a way, it’s nice. Cricket has this peculiar ability to bring families, friend