Dear Diary, Sometimes I feel that children are born sadists. How else do you explain their waking and wailing at exactly the time when you are praying to God for a minute's respite? I can give a million examples - Geet and I put Anika to bed and even though we are tired to the
image from here My dear Maid, I know guys don't write letters to maids and they definitely don't call them 'dear' and I hope you do not take offence in me addressing you as someone who is dear to me. So help me God. I have seen women write incessantly about the love-hate relationship they share with
image from here When the Supreme court acts like a Khap and bans homosexuality in a country like India, it is indeed a dark day especially when allowing it would have done wonders for the country. Decriminalization of homosexuality would have turned us into better humans over the coming decades but by making
Image from here (Based on a true story) “I had the dream again.”She walked and sat next to me, taking my hand in hers, caressing the folds of my skin.“You have to forget her. You saved me,” she said.“I can’t,” I whispered.“It has been sixty years.”“Yes. Sixty years. And her sound still wakes me up.”“I
Dear Diary, Anika is not well. She has spluttered and splattered throughout the last two weeks. The clan typically went for home remedies which as usual did not help. Finally when the bouts of cough started bringing a crimson tinge to her face, the alarm bells went off and she was taken to a doctor.
Image from here I am one of the few blessed people who live in a city away from their relatives. Less noses in my affairs. Less Gyan. Less plastic smiles. More peace of mind. So when a relative is about to come to our house, it creates a frenzy equalling that of cyclone
Dear Diary, I am delighted to announce that the days of the tribal dance are over. As soon as Anika completed her third month, she started adjusting to the fact that a dark room means that she is supposed to go to sleep. Then, my sister-in-law sent her this miraculous gift all the way from
Nani passed away when I was in UK. Geet and I were returning to Manchester from Halifax. I had gone there for a week-long training. I remember sitting in the train when dad called up and broke the news. I remember staring at the hills as they rushed past. I tried to remember the last