Nisha Kaur
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Armchair dreaming, in the age of a pandemic.
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It's the 251st day of lockdown in Melbourne. I have no make up on (does moisturizer count?) but I've managed to have a luxe shower (used an unopened fancy hotel sized body wash I stashed in my suitcase during my honeymoon 3 years ago). I'm wearing my favourite lounge pants and have a crop top bra on under my oversized tee. My hair is greasy and not tied up in a cute messy bun (how do the mum bloggers look so effortlessly unkempt?)
By Nisha Kaur2 years ago in Humans
Bidder Number 12
Going ONCE, going TWICE… and SOLD to Bidder Number 12! Joe adjusted his bow tie and flattened the creases of his blazer, as he heard the applause ring through the auditorium, following the thud of the auctioneer’s gavel. He stood primed in position, backstage, ready to transport item 57 to Bidder Number 12.
By Nisha Kaur3 years ago in Humans
The Battle of Platform 3
She shuffled her feet as her hands dug deeper into the pockets of her down jacket, her fingernails scraping the thread fastening the pockets. The lining had given way to a small hole, likely the result of her habit of poking at it, although she did for a moment wonder why these thick puffer coats belied such flimsy inner material.
By Nisha Kaur3 years ago in Humans