Hi friends! Marathi is a beautiful language and although it isn’t my mother tongue I’ve loved and learned it from school days. Thanks to my lovely neighbours, I have quite a few famous titles at my disposal to read too. However, apart from essays and letters I never ventured into writing anything in Marathi for fear… Read More My first Marathi poem ~ Bhijle Paavsat Mi
Travel means different things to different people. Some see it as a window to explore a whole new world, some consider it a learning experience while some treat it as an escape from mundane life. It makes us humble enough to realise that the universe is too vast to discover within a lifetime. Luckily, been… Read More My Picture-Perfect Moment: Sunrise with Dad
When I started my first blog on Blogger 13 years ago it was more or less an online personal diary. I wrote anonymously and loved the freedom it gave me to express, interact and occasionally rant. Varsh became my pen name and my husband and toddler son with their numerous histrionics regularly featured on it.… Read More Scribblings in my Personal Diary
Health-conscious foodie is an oxymoron I’ve coined for myself and follow religiously. Once a reckless hogger, my fitness journey has seen me renounce umpteen unhealthy eating habits over time. I remember rounding off jars of mango pickles alone, helping myself generously during every meal. Drifting from that, I’m now exploring other pickle recipe options that… Read More Nimbu ki Mirchi Recipe
Even as I stood at the school gate to receive her, I knew Angel was sobbing. This was new and strange because whenever I drop her, once inside, she doesn’t even turn to bid goodbye to me *wipes a lone tear with my pallu t-shirt*. My over-imaginative mind went into overdrive concocting various scenarios my… Read More School days with siblings
The three people disapproved my presence for different reasons and at varied degree, generously making it crystal clear for me. The man, with his flaring nostrils and intimidating eyes emitting invisible death rays, was furious but controlled, acknowledging the decency of the place. The woman, hopeful but resigned to the fate of my choice, empathized… Read More Khaate peete ghar ki ladki 🙂
“Pay close attention! You’ll need it someday.” she said, exasperatedly. “Why? You are making it for me!” I retorted and waived it off. Forlornly, today I missed the familiar sight and aroma of Mom making my favourite pickle. Armed with memories and an expert’s lineage, I created my version. Did I do it right, Mom?