“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 …
“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 …
“She has a terminal illness which is in the last stages.” The earth shattering news was broken to us with much aplomb by our family doctor. At that very moment I felt as though shards of glasses had pierced through my tough exterior, bruising me beyond repair. I badly wanted to rewind back to the …
Saturday, 5:46 A.M.: I haven’t slept a wink. The receding moon is gaping at me blankly. Well, it was a decadent night of drinking and dancing, on the River Mandovi. A night that also brought back memories from the yesteryears: of Rahul and I. When we had chatted on the same deck; …
Fourth time in a row!! “I have struggled with the same issue for the last six years,” she said to me with much angst in her voice. “Just when I think everything is going well and life’s looking up for me, I’m given the same set of challenges. Challenges that I thought I had …
We’d known each other since high school. Friends with benefits they called us. But that was far from the truth. We stuck to each other in good times and bad times alike. When Richard lost his mother, I spent endless days and nights by his side, reassuring him everything would be all right. He knew …
It’s yet another dark, dreary morning. I wonder why the nights aren’t endless. Then the sinister mornings wouldn’t return. These gloomy mornings remind me of my vulnerabilities, and give me no choice but to face this loveless world squarely; everyday.
This is a long overdue about my exhilarating rafting adventure in Rishikesh, Uttarakhand, India. Rishikesh, some of you would know has earned its name as the “Yoga Capital of the World”. Teeming with ashrams that offer Yoga and meditation this bustling little township, nestled in the foothills of the majestic Himalayas, has been a haven …
The sun was dipping into the horizon, leaving behind streaks of burnt orange as the grey, candy flossed clouds tried hard to camouflage them. Al and I had decided to go for a quick drive to the Aravalli hills, that lazily lay sprawled around our urban jungle. We were hoping to spot some peacocks, …
The year is whizzing by like there is no tomorrow and we are already sitting pretty on the ninth month of the year. That was one quick journey I must say. But then it happens all the time, right? And yes, so far so good. Life is looking lustrous for me at this point of …