Highty Flighty

You know how they say they no good story starts with a salad; it’s true. Somewhat. What do you do when you are floating high on a different plane? You are capable of variety of things: 1. Sing Bachchan songs (not me), 2. Fight with folks at another table (certainly not me), 3. Smile at…

Fan Girl Forever

I have been religiously watching KBC ever since i can remember. No, I don’t know the process of making black tea or who was Draupadi’s grandfather’s father’s sister’s brother or whether hydrogen sulphide smells like rotten eggs or in which order did Ram meet whoever he met in his lifetime. I wonder if someday they’ll…

Just another day…

The other day when the husband was attempting to make the perfect omelette while I was struggling with the not-so-round roti, he exclaimed out of nowhere, “Yeh perfect flip nahi hua to main aadhi mooch rakhunga”. I had to bring him back to reality, “You have no mooch”. It would be a different story if…

A Nutty Affair

There was no food at home. Before you take a guess, this isn’t a sob story. It’s one of those stories where I forgot to make the grocery list because I was busy watching the recent MI movie, not on TV. The television had been acting weird for two weeks now; everything appeared upside down,…

Curly Tales

I have been forbidden to cut my hair for the first year of my marriage, not that I want to go for a crew cut, but it’s getting obnoxiously long now and is pretty much all over the place. Also, I have curls. Yes, it’s beyond beautiful (way to be modest!). Although, beauty comes with…

Only time could tell…

A friend once told me that I have penchant for drama. It helps break the monotony during drab situations, I think. So, it was my birthday, the first one with the husband, the first one where I was expecting an overdose of mush (I was really praying he wouldn’t get me a giant teddy holding…

Half a cup of sugar

Neighbours are strange species. You aren’t related to them yet they make the best of friends or the worst of enemies. I have always thought of myself as an amicable person (feel free to disagree) and my neighbours have always been fond of me. This place was no different. By now, you all must be…

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…

Fleeting Momemts

I have always sought a quiet place, a place where all you hear is silence, a place you often see on book covers. We had only three houses close to each other, one of which was ours. Around us were open fields for as far as I could see. Quiet can be daunting sometimes. This…

Burnt Out

As a child, I had loved summer evening power cuts. I prayed for their timely arrival. Kids swarmed out of their houses like prisoners from their cells. Mothers followed us with torchlights and warnings, “Don’t go too far”. That one hour was sacrosanct. These blackouts were our playtime bonuses. We would either play hide and…