W is for Wary I’ve always thought of myself as a carefree person. Recently, I was jolted into reality by a look from a colleague at lunch: What sort of Indian are you, whimpering at the sight of red flakes on her plate? My mum always had a theory about capsaicin and its corrosive effect…

V is for Vexed So totally want to, like, stamp my foot, and, like, slam the door at the same time as want to, like, coolly raise my eyebrow, toss my head, you know, and, like, glide out or something? Confused, man, so totally, like, confused. Vexed is, I think, a teenage emotion. Not the…

U is for Upset U is a tough one to be positive about. All those un-s, uneasy, uncertain, unbalanced and such. ‘Not’ something. But Upset isn’t not. Well, it is, but it’s not. It’s positively negative, if you get my drift. I try not to get upset but I have no fight against the onslaught…

T is for Trepidation This feeling settles down on my mind and connects my fingertips with the keyboard, in a peculiar manner. The trembling wings of a butterfly as it alights on a flower. A feeling that shakes and shivers, a quiver that runs down the spine. No fear, yet no lack of it. No…