I’m in love. I mean it. Ranjit Lal, will you marry me?
Okay, okay, I take that back. All the man has ever done is make me happy, so I don’t want to send him screaming into the night. Read more
I’ve got it. The little black mark on my finger that proudly proclaims I’m a Good Citizen because I cast my vote. (Or, as I’ve seen relentlessly in all newspapers over the last few days, the one I work for included, ‘caste’ my vote. Which, given the propensity of our political parties for vote banks, may actually be the mot juste.) Read more