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...
Hey, you goose! You have done it again, haven’t you? Landed with your foot in the mouth! Woman, you have honed this talent to the extent that you take a flying leap and end up with your feet firmly in their mouth. Why do you persist in doing it? Poor man! He did not...
When I came across a news item about a school requesting parents not to send lunch ordered via delivery apps, I was transported to my school days and my own romance with the lunch box. One of the highlights of my school days was, “What’s in my lunch box?” Well, I did...
My friends and I were in our revolting tweens and snickered at a woman who regularly spoke and gestured to herself in shop windows, as we waited for our school bus. A teacher happened to notice and chastised us, one fine day. She said, that the woman must have had...