Aaaaaand today, I’m going to unleash my Tamil Playlist. What’s unusual about that, you might be thinking, right? Haha! My dear reader, I am a North Indian who doesn’t know how to speak, write or understand Tamil. Surprised? Yes, I know! Hah! The tryst started when I was surfing channels one day (yes, an act … Continue reading My Tamil Playlist
This is a major vent out post. And on an issue which turns out to be, in several cases, a question on a woman’s rights, or let me term it as choice. It was yesterday during our evening walks that my mother was telling me the workplace gossip. One of her colleague’s daughter has got … Continue reading The Game Of Last Names. Anyone?
Dear Future Husband, As I start writing this, I cannot fathom my mood. Really. Should I be giggling right now or should my face be scrunched with seriousness. As a typical Libran out to find harmony, constantly juggling with paradoxes, this is indeed normal, let me warn you. Before I start offloading my mind, do … Continue reading Dear Future Husband
One day, while Instagramming, I found out that one of my all time favorite writers, Ruskin Bond, was to be honored with the lifetime achievement award at the Times Literature Festival. Excited, I glossed over the schedule and made up my mind to visit the venue, for even a glimpse of him would be an … Continue reading Memorabilia From The Mountains…
Isn’t it amazing that after months of anticipation, tartness, upheaval, suddenly you feel a change. From a very abyssal zone, you sight the gate of a paradise you’ve been longing to camp into. It was one such day for me. After a long gap of four months, I went back to teaching. And I cannot … Continue reading Love for teaching. Yes, it exists!
"When she bleeds, the smells I know change color. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun." Menstruation. Periods. Aunt Flo. Blood sister. One process. Many names. Every woman quickly dons an excited avatar when asked to talk about her tryst with menstruation. I am no different from the … Continue reading Periods. Ooolala!
Looking back and ahead, both at the same time...