I looked at the colourful lump oozing sticky tears from within a tiny plastic cover. With suspicious trepidation, I prodded it with a ruler–the fourth one I found in a matter of four minutes, some fourteen years after my children passed out of school! I heaved a sigh...
I have heard people say, “You are such a brave person! So confident, so sure of yourself.” Am I? I wonder. I often enough let it slide by. For I have found people like to believe what they want to. I don’t think I was ever a brave person. My heart pounds away at the...
A well-placed elbow into the rib of the person next to her helped Asha get a foothold onto the bus. Well, it also fetched her some choice words that were better left unsaid. Asha pushed aside the fleeting guilt as the woman who bore the brunt of her jab was left...
“The nature of life is not permanence but flux,” says Mr. Carson in one of the episodes in Downton Abbey, and coming from him who tries to retain the old order was so refreshing. Closer home, I find many of us reliving the old times quite nostalgically, particularly...
Way back in school, I had a teacher who broke our knuckles if we didn't get our sewing right. I grew up with a mother who believed that hands are given to keep working. She was a great one at embroidery, sewing, painting and all sort of craft- making. Her...
As a Gen Xer, I thought my life was sorted until on a whim I joined two groups of fellow book lovers on Facebook and all of a sudden, I feel like the female version of Sisyphus. It wasn’t too long when I concurred with Sir Isaac Newton, though in a completely...
“I am tired of the bad press! Drinking black coffee makes you a psychopath!" The coffee lamented. “Well, caffeine is definitely not something to write home about!” This came from the turmeric, mighty chuffed at being touted as a 'super food' with...
I burst into laughter remembering my uncle’s comments a few days before his end. “ Hey," he said, "I am a holy ( holey) man.” He had made this comment just a week before his death, even as his body was riddled with outlets made for the various tubes. We could not...
It was in late eighties. My father was looking out for a suitable alliance for the twenty-three-old me who was also a closet feminist. To paraphrase the old advertisement, I was dreamy enough to want it my way, but not daring enough to find a partner for myself. I was...