After the dust had settled and the marriage hullabaloo was over, the time had finally come to move to the husband’s posting location. Akhnoor, he had mentioned. The name had an emotion to it, like it was calling out to you. Kashmir! people gasped. Both in awe and shock. “Are you sure!?” Some would ask….

Of Many Firsts

The house was pretty much set, I just had to move a few things around. The kitchen utilities were laid out neatly; I didn’t know the purpose of many, made a mental note to video call ma. There weren’t many street lights around and I saw two neighbouring houses, one of which looked uninhabited. I…

Welfare Meet 1.0

I was chilling in the Officers’ Mess, when I got my first call on the sarkari phone. I didnt know if I was supposed to answer it. “CO madam baat karengi”. My tongue went dry for some reason, like I had committed treason. I was pretty sure I had messed something up. The husband didn’t…

When the husband wasn’t working, which was never, he was lecturing me on “unit ke taur tareeke” or he was threatening to send me “uss paar”. It was our little joke. It all started when I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, which was every second day because vanvaas wasn’t going to be…

Let’s not Forget

We are a forgetful bunch. All of us. That’s how we have been programmed; that’s what we’ve heard growing up, “Time heals all…” With time, we tend to forget that which was once important and that which wasn’t, the one who mattered then and the one who’s now in a box. It’s nobody’s fault, I think….

#SayNOtoWar

Time and again, I’ve made an attempt to write about the peculiarity of this place, sometimes resorting to humour, sometimes to pain, and sometimes I’ve narrated things just the way they were; in every way I’ve tried to be truthful to myself and this place. This incident is in the light of a recent event,…

That Time of the Month

“Don’t put all your muse in one basket”, a dear friend told me when I presented him with an excuse for not having written something since eternity. This post has been long due. It may come across as what the cool ones these days are referring to as TMI (Too Much Information). I am going…

Take the Third Left and Continue…

Homecomings are always precious; specially when you’ve been awaiting the return of the one person who’s sure to give you drool-worthy, well may be not drool-worthy but close enough, content for your blog, which has been stagnant for sometime now. So here it is. Another incident, which has left yours-truly, scarred. The husband had planned…

It’s Never a Goodbye

No one ever said goodbyes were easy, no matter how well prepared you were for them. The husband and I were sitting on the porch after dinner when he casually mentioned, “you’ll have to go back home.” I’d always known this. Ever since we made our home in this far flung place, we knew there’d…

“Where do you see yourself in five years!?”

“When’s your next rant coming about!?” a dear friend asked. “I don’t know ya!” I remembered I had a blog to run. So, this is about the time I tried to get myself an interview a long, long time ago. I had usually been good at interviews. I’d walk in like Rekha at Filmfare and…