Life is a box, wrapped and presented to us as a welcome gift at birth. The beauty of it is that we are allowed to unwrap it every day and get something new out of it each time we do. There are times we love what we pick out and then there are times we…
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Of Fasting, Feasting and Memories
When I was 15 years old, Maa asked me to start fasting on Mondays to ensure that I ‘get a husband like Lord Shiva.’ I flatly refused. Maa is what we called my Maternal Grandmother (Naani). My cousins, girls younger and older than me, give or take a few years, who were spending their summer…