He arrived in a cardboard box, all the way from Kashmir, India seven years ago, a pup no one wanted, with a desi name Sheru that no one liked. In a household with two established fur balls, he was already the outsider. He made the adults apprehensive but the kids were ecstatic; he with the… Continue reading Surviving Sheru
...counting the minutes to the midnight hour. ...The 2018 Ferrero Rocher Sula, chocolate and wine, all entwined, painstakingly crafted by the apple of mine. ...giggling, whispering, springing, "SURPRISE", 46 brats, Jack in the box style. ... a Bucket Bag , a road map. ...and wishes that came on wings. ... and via phone calls that… Continue reading Happiness is…
Bright, cheery yellow! That is how I remember the nondescript tea stall in the picturesque Himalayan foothills, by the side of the tall iron gates that lead to a sort of retreat. I was looking for the place that served the most 'divine lemon tea'. Was this it? Inside, it looked exactly like any other… Continue reading Stopping by a Tea Shop on a pleasant evening.
Last night neither my firebrand teen nor I could sleep. She was hyper excited, the biggest Inter School Competition was here and she had to be in school at 6 am to catch the bus. I was hyper anxious not to oversleep for she had to be in school by 6 am to catch the… Continue reading Anticipation and Preparation: To be or not to be, a helicopter parent!
Ok! I need to say this - I'm utterly obsessed with the two cello wielding musicians from Croatia called 2Cellos. I mean that's the only explanation for actually standing close to an hour, headphones wrapped around my ears, scrolling down their videos, watching each till the very end, without fidgeting or fast forwarding at all.… Continue reading Five times when 2Cellos left one fan thunderstruck.
Sunday evening, I sat haunched over my phone, multiple pages open- 20 must see places to visit in Delhi, 10 places accessible by Metro, Broadway shows in Kingdom of Dreams, HoHo Bus 1 Day tour, Akshardham timings, I was in the flow. Then it hit me; almost all my must see places were closed on… Continue reading Food Drama – Alien Eyeballs anyone?
The alma mater's once a year clarion call to all, to indulge in wistful nostalgia, had been sounded. "Calling all ex students to relive their high school memories in the school campus where they were created. Catch up on who's who and here is where. Music, food , treats! Blah, blah, blah ." Ok !… Continue reading A strenuous walk down memory lane aka school reunion!
I admit! I'm mathematically challenged and it hurts. There I was sitting as quietly as a mouse in a very serious meeting when suddenly the focus shifted to me. "Ma'am, the stage for the children - 60 by 30 dimensions are good?" Trying to sound as authoritative as possible but without a clue, "Err... Sure… Continue reading My Maths daze… help!
What do you do when you are in a sleepy town called Ambala Cantt on the day of Dusshera? Well, how about seeking the Dusshera melas or the fairs for that's where one usually finds the effigies of Ravana, the king of Lanka, Meghanad, his son and Kumbhakarna, Ravana's brother, all decked to be set… Continue reading Ravana gazing in a sleepy Indian town
"I'm done . Get me out of here." Was the scream loud? The mouth remained curved, in a hint of a smile maybe. Cool exterior. Breathe . The eyes glanced furtively at the wall clock across the room, the seconds ticked furiously away. The glass top scarcely visible, piles of papers tucked under diary, pen… Continue reading All in a day’s work.