“How are you managing with so many girls around?” asked my friend in all sincerity. I almost laughed out loud and felt a bit defensive at the implication. He could hardly be blamed though, three years in Mechanical engineering had turned me into a thorough tomboy a la Kajol in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. I… Read More Best girl dates with my daughter
Disclaimer: This is a personal experience. Any resemblance to any harrowed mother or shrugging father wary of parent-teacher meetings anywhere is purely coincidental, and understandable. You have my empathy. Mumbai was enveloped by angry grey clouds ready to lash and drown everything they towered upon that day. The pleasant feel-good drizzling of the day before… Read More Parent-Teacher Meeting and Me
Since college, reading has been my companion, escape, and credence during challenging times. Occasionally, someone or something gets on my nerves. I turn to books for solace and they welcome me with a warm embrace. I have been known to forget all existence and pour myself into their company for hours, sometimes days. Yet, for… Read More My thoughts: The Ghost Writer by A. R. Torre
“Come on, Ma! I don’t have time for this. I told you to make arrangements beforehand.” Rohan snapped. He hurriedly took his place at the dining table, barely sitting down before stuffing a buttered bread in his mouth. Lata sat next to him and looked at him dejectedly, saddened at his blunt refusal while pitying… Read More Travel in the driver’s seat
It is said that grief doesn’t shrink over time, we grow around it. We may try everything we possibly can to escape the loneliness that comes with losing a loved one. However, the void remains. Life keeps us on our toes, momentarily distracts us, but there are days and occasions that jolt us back to… Read More A Letter for Mom’s Birthday
Anna took Kevin’s hands in hers, painfully aware of the contrast between his battered with her perfectly manicured ones. He opened his eyes with extreme effort and whispered a barely audible “Mom…” before closing them forever. Anna sat stunned and motionless, tears streaming down her reddened eyes. He was supposed to be home for his… Read More Anna and the umbrella #WoWe
Chris apprehensively climbed up the shaky stairs of the house he grew up in after many years. Their loud creak under his weight went unnoticed by him for his attention was suddenly focussed elsewhere. His eyes caught a glimpse of the place where the nameplate used to be and, unknowingly, he felt a stab in… Read More Everything isn’t lost #telltalethursday