Every few years, I get bored with myself, and that is usually my cue for a round of reinvention. And I don’t mean a mild, “Hmm, maybe I need a haircut” boredom. I mean, dead bored with my thoughts, my habits, my wardrobe, even the way I respond to texts….
Top Lesson #BlogaberryCC
“What on earth am I supposed to do with this?” I asked, holding up the wooden top my grandfather had just gifted me. It looked like it had spun right out of a museum. Old-fashioned, rough at the edges, with a bit of string wrapped around it. I mean, hello?…
Monkey see. Monkey scroll. Monkey Do.
Monkey see monkey do is an idiom that means people tend to imitate the actions of others, often without fully understanding the reasons or consequences behind those actions. It highlights a tendency to mimic or copy behavior, rather than think independently. The phrase is often used to describe situations where…
Curating the Narrative #BlogaberryCC
On the outside, he seemed like the sort of man most people respected. Vishwanan had a stable job, a matching designation, and a wife named Neela, who was sharp enough to see through his curated charm and done pretending otherwise. Their daughter, Kartika, now in her twenties, lived away from…
Of John Abraham and the rejected Kaju Katli
In a country where Kaju Katli is practically a currency of affection—offered at weddings, festivals, and awkward family reunions—John Abraham has pulled off the impossible: he hasn’t eaten a single piece in 27 years. Let that sink in. While the rest of us are out here negotiating with our diets…
A Drawer Full of Yesterdays
There was a file in a drawer in my cupboard. It held assorted documents of value—certificates, photographs, letters, and receipts. Over the years, I kept adding to it. Quietly. Thoughtlessly. Until one day, it outgrew the drawer entirely. I could no longer shut it without a minor wrestling match. Once,…
The Chronicles of Sirimiri : When the Drafts Talk Back
(I thought it was time I shone the light on Sirimiri, my dear blog. So here is a blog post written with tongue firmly in cheek.) Writers talk to their words. Bloggers? We argue with them. There’s a special kind of relationship I share with my drafts folder. It’s not…
A Recipe for Audacity
They say confidence is quiet and insecurity is loud. But Audacity? Audacity is about not stopping to ask for permission and taking ownership of your space. So, you want to be audacious? Not loud. Not rude. Not “in-your-face.” But the audacious one who walks into a room and doesn’t need to…
7 Signs I am turning into my Mother (and honestly it’s not that bad!)
“I am never going to be like my Mother!” How many times have you said this to yourself, in your mind, aloud, and, you brave one, to your Mom’s face? Ah, youth! So bold. So confident. So wrong. One day, you are running down the stairs to escape her instructions….
The Five Stages of Raining on my Parade, and a bonus: A Monsoon Saga
It starts with a drizzle. A harmless, poetic sprinkle. I look up at the sky, contemplating my plans, my outfit choices, my destiny. And then, BAM, it’s a full-fledged monsoon madness. The rains have arrived, and so begins the psychological breakdown. Stage 1: Denial “It’s just light rain. Totally manageable.”…