My #MondayMusings is late by a few days, but I’m traveling and I’m trying my best to be as “nurturing” as can be. After all that’s the Word of the Year #WOTY for me. The amazing, Corinne of Write Tribe suggested we all have a Word of the Year, and I thought it was a brilliant idea. I was unable to participate in the prompt on time, but then since I want to have a word to follow through in 2018, it…
“I’m going out with my friends this evening for the Jazz festival”, Mayra announced, nonchalantly. “But, Myra the doctors have asked you to rest it out for a while, before you can actually start going out. Else you’ll fall sick again and have to miss school.” “The doctors always over-dramatise the sickness and you believe everything they say, Ma”, Mayra said rolling her eyes. I took a deep breath. Trying very hard to keep my composure. My friend who was…
“We found him on the porch. It’s broken a wing,” said the DH, almost thrusting a Mynah on my face. The nine-year-old piped in, “Mamma, isn’t he handsome as hell? Can we keep him, pleaseeeee.” “I’d love to darling, but you know Gran is Orinthophobic, don’t you!” “Orintho…what?” “She has a fear of birds.” “But Mamma, he can stay upstairs in my room” “First things first my girl; let’s help restore this little guy,” said the DH. “Oh so you…
The most precious treasure I believe I have been bestowed upon with is “life” itself. Without this life I would not have the innumerable treasures that form a part of my life. It’s my birthday month and what better time to give gratitude for this beautiful treasure of life that I received from my parents, many, many moons back.
F is for Far Far Away 1988-1990, G.B Pant University, Pantnagar, District Nainital, Current: G.B. Pant University, Pantnagar, District Udham Singh Nagar, Uttar Pradesh, India Far far away, in the late 80’s, there lived a teenager in a small, lush green, well-knit community, called the GB Pant University, Pantnagar that lay nestled in the foothills of the majestic Himalayas and was the teenager’s birthplace. She spent most of her growing up years in this beautiful campus that had meandering landscapes of foliage and…
This Week: Phrase Prompts Jane of all trades Joined at the hip Jump on the bandwagon Just what the doctor ordered I bustled around the house, coffee mug in one hand and Alison’s school uniform in another. It was the usual Monday morning rush hour. Suddenly my phone rang. It was Jeff. He gruffed, “Andrea, where is the presentation?” You were to send it to me by 7 AM, it’s already 7:10.” Jeff was a stickler of time. Some of…
Motherhood is an experience that is difficult to describe but has to be felt to be understood completely. Only a mother knows what it is to bring up a child, and to go through the motions of carrying her baby in her womb for 9 months, to give birth, to experience postpartum blues, to be rendered with sleepless nights and yet experience the bliss of watching ones little cherub grow into a young woman or man. I’m a mother to…
#Fridayfotofiction: week #13 – heir HIER The peals of laughter echo through the baronial walls, the fragrance of roasted Littis wafts from the courtyard, Maa serves Baba and Dadi supper; her pallu securely draped over her head, Veeru and I lie on the straw, gazing at the billion stars; all these flashes of memories come revisiting me as I stand gazing at the derelict remains of Baba’s Haveli. I have dreams of reviving the Haveli, by starting a school…
whats love got to do with it? It’s yet again that incredible time of the year when people don’t mind thriving on love and fresh air. It’s that time of the year when Archies and Hallmark greeting cards, flowers, and all things romantic are making their way into the stores, and people’s hearts. Florists, gift shops and all things giftable start doing brisk business. Merchandise is on the roll. So can money buy love? I don’t think so, yet the…
#FRIDAYfotofiction #week 10 UNREQUITED The mist rolling tea gardens always transported Arpita to another world. A world, where there were no worries, just gaiety, playful abandon, enveloped in the love of Ma-Baba, Aboni Kaka and Junmoi Didi who managed the sprawling estate home with perfection. The gardens were a family heirloom, nurtured over decades. Ma-Baba were no more. She had moved overseas with her Dutch husband and had just returned to sell the glorious property. Arpita bid a tearful adieu…