tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646697371575745184.post9042788324332928868..comments2023-04-05T21:41:15.638+05:30Comments on My experiments with food: Of love, lost and foundAparajitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640534277397088916noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646697371575745184.post-67053855504813745792010-05-07T02:52:07.927+05:302010-05-07T02:52:07.927+05:30It is a heart wrenching story. I read somewhere......It is a heart wrenching story. I read somewhere... "love is a lonely song, and she had to sing it alone." Sends a chill through your spine - but I consider myself lucky, that hers is a fate I do not share.Aparajitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08640534277397088916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646697371575745184.post-21775438238705547512010-05-06T18:17:50.519+05:302010-05-06T18:17:50.519+05:30Well...my theory was that the parents were more pi...Well...my theory was that the parents were more pi$$ed off that their daughter became pregnant out of wedlock than pi$$ed off that the guy was from lower caste. Love is indeed considered taboo, but pales in comparison to pre-martial pregnancy in Indian circles. <br />However I think at least <b>some</b> circles are getting progressive. Many of my college mates, school mates, colleagues, chat Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com