Buddies in Arms Carla and Susan are kindergarten buddies. Now in their mid- sixties, nothing has changed between them. Not even their penchant for taking long walks, come rain or shine. Carla with her umbrella, Susan in her sun hat; just the way they had been as two gangly teenagers.
Seven Things I’m Grateful for This June: #GratitudeCircle June spells a lot of excitement for us, every year. Both the girls are June babies, so it’s celebrations galore. Summer vacations also add up to the fun and the “not doing much” mode. It’s usually travel time, but this month our travel plans had to be put on hold, as the DH was neck-deep in work. So here are the Seven Things I am Grateful For This June:
SOLO SUNSETS I need to share the back story of this #WordlessWednesday post by getting wordy. 🙂 And I would not have it any other way, so pardon me. This picture has a very special place in my heart, as it was shot on my first solo trip. On my first evening in Goa, I hopped across to Thalassa, the café on the hillock of the Vagator beach; to watch that surreal sunset many had spoken about. I know…
Twenty-four by seven: #WriteBravely #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018 She toiled twenty-four by seven at Donna’s kitchen. “No rest for the wicked”, she always said with a winsome smile. Donna’s Kitchen was her life line, her haven and her home away from home. She had no family to call her own, but the staff and Donna were family now. Amelia actually enjoyed labouring almost twenty-four hours at Donna’s kitchen. After all Donna had given her everything, when she had just about nothing. And…
Thank You, Babi: #WRITEBRAVELY #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018 My Dearest Babi, I dedicate a few lines to you, on this monsoon day. The sun is playing a constant game of hide and seek, while the clouds outstretch their arms in a stoic cover of grey. The muggy air looks on undeterred as nature performs a spectacle of sorts. It’s a good day to be thankful, for you should know how deeply indebted I am to you. Babi, thank you for believing in…
Rain and Its After Effects: #Writebravely #writetribefestivalofwordSjune2018 It poured all of last night. The rains finally lashed Gurgaon with unfettered fury, giving the parched residents of our millennial city a much-needed respite from the sweltering summers. I was awake beyond midnight, listening to the rhythmic pitter patter of the rains, which would suddenly rise up in crescendo. The winds continued to holler along side, tapping furiously, and at times gently on our glass doors and window panes. I woke up…
Last Song of the Dusk: #WriteBRAVELY #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018 At twenty-one who would have known that leukaemia would ravage Antara’s being, reducing her to a bag of bones. It was hard to fathom that the bubbly, effervescent Antara, always brimming with joie de vivre; was now counting her last days. But not without a plan at hand. Antara’s bucket list was ready on her sixteen birthday and she had planned to tick the list off in the next ten years. Little did…
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Because daddy says so: #Writebravely #writetribefestivalofwordsjune2018 Because Daddy says so, I chose to stick to his life’s lessons. Daddy doesn’t always get preachy, he lives, and let’s live. When I was growing up, into a gangly teenager, with reckless thoughts and frayed emotions, Daddy gave me three life rules to live by: 1. The Serenity Prayer: I love the Serenity prayer. It helps me keep my sanity intact, and power through life with these three wonderful qualities of serenity,…
I want to break free: #WriteBravely #WRitetribefestivalofwords2018 My girlfriends and I are road tripping from Madras to Pondicherry. It’s just the three of us. I am at the steering wheel of a feisty green Ford Figo, manoeuvring my way through the lush, bountiful landscapes, blasting music on the stereo. We are singing off tune and head banding to, “I Want to Break Free.” Suddenly Rinks jumps out of her skin breaking our make-believe world, “Did you hear that babes?”…