I wish I were Metabolism Metabolism? Yes, you heard right! I would wage war over calories and get them all Those calories that make your clothes fit tight! I would see to it that I was faster and quicker, so you could eat All you want without a fear things both savory and sweet! I… Read More I wish I were… #BlogChatter
I am an artist Words are my paint I use them to colour emotions Laughter, surprise, joy or pain Life is my canvas My feelings are shades and hues The crimson of passion. The black of fear The green of envy. The calm of blue The yellow of hope when life has let you down… Read More Verbal Paint
People are like books Don’t judge them by their covers For what’s on display and what is inside Differs from one to another Some books are so attractively packaged They are the first to attract you on the shelves As soon as you turn the pages you realize, they are just empty shells Some covers… Read More Between the Pages
May you indulge and not gain an ounce May Goddess Laxmi shower you with Euros and Pounds May you look like a Pataka on Diwali night May all that you desire be in plain sight Wishing you abundance, health, and the attainment of dreams All right, now step aside for here I scream; “HAPPY DIWALI… Read More Happy Diwali!
Anju was fascinated by the sight of Mrs Broota popping in one scrumptious laddu after another into her garishly painted mouth in quick succession. She then proceeded to mercilessly masticate down the poor little boondis, till they all but disappeared to make way for the next laddu. “I wonder why I’ve suddenly lost my appetite”,… Read More The Wedding
With Diwali around the corner and the Wedding Season close on its heels Shopping is the thing on everyone’s mind, clothes shopping being the foremost. I went shopping too. As I stood in the queue snaking up to the trail room, a lady exited one of the trail stalls and I spotted a Kurta on… Read More 5 Shopping Etiquettes we would all benefit from
When I was 15 years old Maa asked me to start fasting on Mondays, to ensure that I ‘get a Husband like Lord Shiva’. And I flatly refused to. Maa is what we called my Maternal Grandmother (Naani). My cousins who were spending their summer holidays with us, girls younger and older than me give… Read More Of Fasting, Feasting and Memories
Why are words so important to women everywhere? Why do they need words from us, to show that we care? Why the need to spell out, that what we feel What is it about ‘saying’ what’s in our minds and our hearts What’s the big, bloody, deal??!! We order black coffee because you like yours… Read More Said it like A Man!
This is a fable of long ago you’ve probably heard it but I’ll tell you once more It’s about an Oyster and a grain of Sand and a little bit of how fate plays it’s hand It all started on a bright, sunny day which the Oyster had decided to sleep away but then came… Read More The Oyster and Sand
It had come to him prematurely. He shone in an area which was dreaded by others, who wondered how he could be so unaware of his achievement. His Mother thought he looked more like his father now. He wondered why his wife seemed disgruntled with him lately. He liked the shine of his Bald head.… Read More Shine