The schools and colleges have re-opened after the summer break. With that, the number of announcements of dance classes, summer courses, clay-modelling sessions, swimming training and the like has dwindled. Come March-April, children get engaged with various such...
I have come to the conclusion that I would rather undergo a root canal treatment than to go shopping with my teenage daughter. She felt, as always, that she had nothing to wear for the informal farewell of her class and wanted me to accompany her for the selection....
Is it easy to pack all your memories in a suitcase? It is not easy, but that is what we expected our mother to do; to pack up 60 years of memories with my father and the family that they had made together into a bag. We asked her to pack up whatever she had...
I am a typical example of what one could call a “jack of all trades and master of none” in my eternal quest to attain the impossible- the reduction of weight. The fact that my blouses were refusing to go in with ease eluded me till it was a little too late. I always...
Till the beginning of this year, if I had been asked the question, “What are you afraid of?” I would have answered, “Not talking to or meeting anyone.” In my opinion, solitary confinement is the worst possible punishment. Going five minutes without talking was...
My mother was a product of her upbringing. The stiff upper lip, a legacy of the British Empire, was left behind even after independence and it became the trademark of my mother’s parental home in Madras, which is now known as Chennai, a South Indian coastal city in...
Whoever says that the present generation has it easy, must either be talking through their hat or to use the present day lingo, ‘be high!’ Being a 60s child, I believe that my life was a cakewalk compared to what these millennia are going through. I had no pressure...
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...