Awanthi Vardaraj

In Her Own Words

Love (Excerpt from a private letter to a friend)

Like you, I firmly believe that fantasy must lie in reality. The weaving of an extraordinary tale in an extraordinary world must take its cue from the everyday lives and trials of the souls that inhabit this one. Even though characters in fantasy […]

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Mirror, mirror

I was at the International Stores yesterday doing my weekly grocery haul. It was like every other grocery haul I’ve ever done, except that I was standing behind this woman waiting for her to move her cart (the aisles in […]

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“Skinny girls are for wimps”

A friend’s user picture proudly declared “Skinny girls are for wimps”. I clicked through to take a closer look at it and it showed an image of a beautiful woman, unselfconsciously dressed in what looked like lingerie, and yes, her […]

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Egg and Chips

Is there anything better than thick cut chips from floury potatoes fried to a beautiful sunny gold and fried eggs with delicious yolk still warm and runny to dip your chips into? I mean, I know there are foodies and […]

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It takes two

It takes two to tango. I recently had a phone call from an old friend (we shall call her X) who clearly had something on her mind. After the initial hellos and how-the-hell-are-yous she very quickly moved on to the […]

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A little bit magical

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The Art of Loneliness

The clock sounds unnaturally loud in this quiet room. I put the radio on for company this morning, but it didn’t work. It works most mornings, but it didn’t work today. It’s been one of those days. You know them, […]

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This friendship beast

Is it just me or have my posse and I been lurching from crisis to crisis lately? Don’t get me wrong; I love being there to pick my buddies up and dust them off (figuratively, of course; we never talk […]

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Another day, another blog!

So, apparently I’m blogging again. My old blog died a natural and much-needed death caused by neglect, and I for one am quite happy to let it. I think old blogs are like inconvenient time capsules; you read them years […]

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