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The other day I was talking to a long distance friend. She said she feels something will happen to her unbeknownst to us. I had just reached work and was multitasking. I did not catch what she was saying. And when it dawned on me, what she had typed in the chat window, my first…
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* Today at a non-work session, I was ‘the person’ who talked about work with another colleague. I know.I went on to person B like this – You know X and Y work, but X and Z is what we should be looking at. For that we need to get M and N to work,…
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New work has the most chilling air-conditioning. New work also has a very good espresso machine. The 2 go well together. When the cold takes over me, I just go and get myself some nice, hot coffee.Of course, normally this is not an issue. who made these chocolates!!! But I am allergic to coffee. As I…
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November was always good.You had lost your voice. No drama. You just took time to find it all over again. Santa did visit. Like magic, a little early.You opened your heart in December.Always good. You sang, you danced, you wrote. A lot of people made home inside your heart. Wonderful.Along came the pests. Little, crawling,…
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What is home to you?For me it is a feeling. Of years of wandering around (of course I am not a nomad, even though I talk like one) I have felt home-like at very unrelated places. In reality or in my memory. Hence the feeling is rather difficult to describe. Lately, triggered by a discussion with…
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We stopped in front of a kirana store (run by a baniya*, people who have moved from Rajasthan to the Marathi-ness of Pune), and inquired about the Sabudana rate. Why ? Because pregnant friend who is now the mother of a 8 month old Avani, thought all the big shops (the marts and all) were…
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One chapter closes Another opens A break of sorts in between happens. You brace the goodbyes You long for the welcome A break of sorts in between happens. You sing a new tune You lament a few notes A break of sorts in between happens. You brave the tears You crave some smiles A break…
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The first thing that strikes you while reading Emma Donoghue’s ‘Room’ is Jack’s innocence, wisdom, and love for his Ma. But would not that be obvious? What else a 5 year old should be full of? from google images And that is why I liked ‘Room’. Because the unusual situation the child and the parent…
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The whys will always be many, but the *how* is simple and only one.The journey from a closeted to a non-closeted person started more than 5 years back, with the help of someone.You know who you are!This is not a thank you. Merely a record. An act of being sentimental I am not so good…
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I absolutely love it when people share their growing up stories. Not so much as a medium for an insight into the person who they are now, but just how we all are (can be) bonded by similar stories. It is fun and reflective!I just finished reading Tina Fey’s autobiography Bossypants, which btw Ketaki gifted…