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…

The one where the airport shut down

This will be my last travel story until I decide to travel again. I promise.  So, this is about the time when I chose a sarkari airline over the rest. I bit the extra baggage allowance bait and suffered like never before. Here’s how. Once burnt, twice shy? Not me. The dutiful husband dropped me…

Doctor! Doctor!

One fine morning, I woke up and decided to go see a doctor. Before you all jump to a conclusion like Kamlesh aunty, Aunty X, and a random aunty who rejoiced at everything good and bad, I’d like to mention that I was going to a dermatologist. I didn’t want the busy husband to tag…

“Why God Why!?”

I want to title this post “Trippy Thirty” but “Trippy Twenty” sounds more agreeable, so I am just going to go with what it is now. Whoever said age is just a number, is lying; blatantly. I don’t believe it. I never have. Sure, there are people who are extremely singy-songy about turning a year…

Mrs. Meddlemiss

The house was licked clean, suitcases unpacked, and ma’s prawn curry devoured with obnoxious quantities of rice; it felt alright now. I was back to pretending to be gardening; watching the onions, tomatoes, and lady finger grow while Kamlesh aunty toiled and watered the plants, religiously. One afternoon I was swiftly plucking some onion and…

Hashtag Travel Goals

Hello to all of you who’ve missed me and hugs to those who haven’t. Where was I all these weeks? Traveling. Traveling not to exotic locations but shuttling between the parents’ house, the in-laws’ house, and my own little house. And I am tired; tired of early morning flights, which refuse to leave before noon,…

Done & Dusted

The bestie and I visited Feniland. It was our #10yearchallenge. ‘It was long due’ would be an understatement. This time we were tired and determined to get our backsides to this forbidden place the world kept talking about. We asked a few enthused friends who we thought might accompany us. Some left messages unanswered and…

#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,…