Navras or Navrasa – The Nine Emotions of life. Emotions we all experience at some time in our lives. However, I want to ask you this? How well do you really understand others? How well do you even understand yourself? Have you realized that all that we see, hear, feel…
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Bebe ka Batua #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Ever since we were kids, we knew that we had complete access to Bebe (Mother, in Punjabi. Pronounced, ‘bay-bay’) and everything she owned, except a particular Batua (purse). Bebe had been a cool Mother, a very friendly mother-in-law, and a fun and genial Grandmother. She never lost her cool and…
Looks are deceptive #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Looks are deceptive, aren’t they, thought Malathi as she pulled out a Golf club from her husband’s Golf Kit resting behind the door. The smallest club seemed to be the heaviest, she thought to herself, weighing it in her hand. What all could it do, besides hitting a ball, she…
Veera #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
‘Veera, you remember all that I told you right?’ asked Meena. Little Veera holding her mother’s hand and walking along nodded solemnly. ‘Tell me all that you understood’, asked Meena, tugging at her daughter’s small hand curled within her own. ‘I should not be anywhere near Maalik (Boss). I should…
In the Dark of the Night #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Mumbai has always been known as the city that never sleeps but it is snoring tonight, thought Richa as she walked the empty streets. She had decided to stay back to finish work and tie up some loose ends before her annual holiday started on the morrow, not realizing how…
Late #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Viren was your quintessential Late Lateef. Late for appointments, late for work, late for everything. Why he was even born two days AFTER the due date given to his mother for her delivery! It was a long-standing joke among friends that Viren would even be late for his own wedding…
Dear Mr. Ramsbottom, #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Dear, Mr. Ramsbottom, Oh, how you loved to eat! Or, should I say, lived to eat. I loved cooking and you loved eating. Grilled kidneys, bacon, hash browns, and fried tomatoes for breakfast. Tea and cake made up the elevenses. Roast beef, peas, Brussels sprouts, Yorkshire pudding, and bread pudding…
Roger #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Roger was the boy-next-door. The kind of son every mother longed for. The kind of boyfriend every girl wished for. The kind of husband every girl prayed for. He held a very good job and had a tidy sum put away. He paid his taxes on time. Lived at the…