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…

I don’t know where I’m going, but I like the direction!

The husband and I were planning our annual trip home. I was busy packing the house and myself. I have never been able to travel light, it’s a problem I’m well aware of. I carry the most (un)important things with me: hair dryer (I’ve used it once in the last year), a sweater, which I…

A word to the wise

The husband, I think, is an old soul trapped in a not-so-old skin; he claims to be not a day older than 26 (well then, I am 16 for a decade now). I wonder if addressing a person as an old soul will solve my purpose at all, because in a time when our great…

Looking back…

It’s absolutely mesmerizing to see people gearing up for the new year; people going to dances, people vacationing, people just being happy. For most of the times, I’ve been home on new year’s eve, either watching the fireworks in various countries on a news channel, or watching immensely happy men and women screaming “Happy New…

When in Rome…

The husband has been rejecting most of my blog posts for the last couple of times. No, he is not the proofreader, in fact, he doesn’t read any of my posts; but on days when my gut says that I could get him in trouble, I seek his validation and eventual rejection. So much so,…