Magic? I was fast asleep on my living room couch when I was jolted out of my slumber and lucid dreams at 2 am last night. The phone was ringing incessantly. I have no clue for how long it had been ringing as I was happily lulling in La-La land, mingling with the unicorns, fairies, elves and pixies, who had been my friends since I was a child. Though now in my 40s, they refused to leave my imagination as my…
It’s a cold cold Friday morning. The air outside is fogged out partially. But good enough to see the silhouettes of the trees and the sprawling locality facing the dining area window. I peer out of the misty window pane. Yesss! It’s Friday again. Another weekend. And I have a breakfast date with my 18-year-old daughter-friend. I jump into the shower and thereafter spruce myself up in the brightest Jaipuri jacket, with patterns of magenta, purple, green, blue and black! Well,…
2017 arrived without much ado and fanfare. We brought in a quiet New Year eve, in the cosy confines of our home. while the girls were away. Yes, all primed up, savouring some incredible Lamb Roast, Lebanese bread and salads while sipping on our glasses of cheer. New Year’s day breakfast was Nihari and bread. The meats were cooked with much meticulous detailing by the DH, And yes homemade Mulled Wine had been the highlight of the season. We discovered a…
It was that time of the year when the sweetness of the spring was merging with the balmy summer. The board exams were done and dusted with. It was time to take off on a long cherished vacation and what better place than Kerela, God’s Own Country in South India. My dream destination for many years now. We landed at Kochi (Cochin) well in time to head for Kumarakom, a sleepy, serene town in the backwaters of Kerela. It was…
Oh! Spring, spring, What shall you bring? Wispy clouds with silver linings Balmy breeze that seem to be dancing A cuckoo bird flapping its wings Melancholic hearts that sing Riot of colours suddenly bursting Frolicking souls giving in A star spangled night whispering Many a hearts entwining Little daisies simply smiling Yet another new beginning 22:40 hours 16 February 2005
“This is my Year! It’s going to be All Mine! This is My Year!!” Proclaimed Lucy Van Pelt, of the Peanuts Comic strip. And so did I!! 2015 will be my year. That’s what I kept reiterating as 2014 came to a meandering end. I heaved a sigh of relief as I bade it a hurried good bye. Was greeted by a very wondrous beginning to the New Year with a vacation tucked in at “love you to bits, Mumbai”…
Silence is golden and who knows it better than our four legged furry friends. It is fleetingly that they communicate their joy or displeasure by barking, growling or whining. This applies more so to my just turned 8, furry girl Cotton who is more often than not, very calm and reticent. The only time she gets frazzled is when a storm blow or it rains, or she hears noisy fire crackers being burst. And she vies for our attention when…
December 2, 2005 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abhishek is the kid brother I never had. As I rewind back to the muggy monsoon of 2004, memories of Abhishek and I sharing a raucous laugh on the dilemmas of life; ring true. It was one of those days when Abhishek had come home from his break. He was doing his MBA at Hyderabad and simultaneously also working with a call centre. We were catching up on old and new times, alike. He excitedly told…
Sixteenth Day of December 2014 was supposed to be one of those pre-Christmas day weeks when most of us brace up for the arrival of Santa and his ilk. I spent the morning spring-cleaning. Tidied up my 6 year olds cupboard, and while fixing one of the lofts found two huge teddy bears tucked away in a cloth bag. A big, big teddy bear that was the 6 year olds wish list from Santa. My worries of getting her…
It was a crisp, sunny October morning in the fragrantly nippy, majestic Himalayan land of Binsar. The snow clad Nanda Devi peaks were sparkling like silver jewels, in all their glory as the morning sun washed down upon them. We were waking up to a languorous Diwali morning with some fragrant masala chai in the Eagle’s Nest cottage. The girls were rubbing their eyes and gleefully lapping the beauty of the snow clad peaks, from their bunk bed. Laila was…