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Have you ever been ghosted by someone, or have you yourself ever ghosted someone, intentionally or unintentionally?  Agree to it or not, getting ghosted by someone we had a good time with is one of our generation's biggest fears. I have talked about social media in my previous articles, and in this one, I intend to talk about the biggest social media related scare of all time. False Pregnancy scare or getting bitten by a hidden snake on the toilet still tops the list, by the way.  Before diving right into the topic and my personal experience with ghosting, let's help the boomers who are currently reading this article understand what 'ghosting' means and no, it does not mean being haunted or followed by a ghostly spirit, nor is it a Halloween thing.  According to the Oxford dictionary, ghosting is the practice of ending a personal relationship with someone by suddenly and without explanation withdrawing from all communication. How many of us have been in a position where...

  It has almost been two years since Shahid Kapoor and Kiara Advani starrer 'Kabir Singh' released at the box office. The movie, which happens to be the Hindi adaptation of 'Arjun Reddy' is directed by Sandeep Reddy Vanga. The very day the movie was released for the audience, it became a hit. No doubt, the music was melodious and the storyline had us crying our eyes out at the theatre, remembering that one person.   Shahid Kapoor as an actor has portrayed the character with accuracy and class. The actor who was popularly known as the 'chocolate boy' now played the role of an overly aggressive individual with a drug problem. And as for Kiara Advani, it is hard to imagine any other actress play the role of Preeti with sheer innocence and dedication.  Like many others, I also became a fan of the movie and wondered what it would be like if I had a boyfriend like Kabir. But thank god! my craze was short-lived and I did not bump into anyone like Kabir. Hold on, let me...

I thought I knew what 'Love' looked like.  At 16, Love for me had tiny eyes with long lashes, Love had a voice that had just reached its depth.  Love was proud, and to get love, I had to drown.  Maybe that wasn't 'Love', but somehow it felt like it was.  Maybe I'll never know or maybe one day, I will know.  At 20, someone knocked again, but it wasn't 'Love'.  How could it be? for he who knocked was not who I thought ‘Love’ would be.  He did not have tiny eyes but long lashes,  He was not proud but a warm chord.  He did not want me to drown, he was different, yet what I felt for him,  I cannot argue if it is not love.  Maybe it is, maybe it is not.    So what is 'Love'?  A type, a feeling or a person?  Or 'Love' exists just in my mind? Or has it crept me but I just don't realise? Or will it find me when the time is right?  What if 'Love' is not my type?  These are the answers, I still have to find. ...