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raw mango

If the experience of summer can be distilled to its essence, I think it’ll come down to a raw mango, to its tangy tartness with the 3-D pop, having you pucker up like only a first kiss can. Transgress, I think, has something to do with it. Unlike the orchard’s litchis unpeeled and piled high … Continue reading


I recently bought a party clutch for what could’ve paid for a month’s groceries, just because the enthusiastic rep plugged it as upcycled from old tyres and katran from the tailor’s waste bin. Perhaps I was trying to feel less guilty about my carbon footprint or perhaps I was trying to rationalise the indulgence. Defending … Continue reading