Mumbai floods not something new! The mumbai spirit much older. Sharing some memories related to it.
On the 70th Independence Day of my homeland, India! There's a message from her Mother Earth!
You may not agree with me, but almost every human heart is consumed by a wanderlust. Majority of us never contemplate on it because of other priorities we build around ourselves or may be due to financial inability. However, I cannot imagine the existence of a person sane in his mind who doesn't like traveling … Continue reading OOTY – COONOOR Honeymoon! – A travel post
Ode to my father on this Father's Day!
Trapped between the Decision she took and the one to take, what will she do?
Meenu was walking past the school again that day. "One twos are two." She heard the usual lessons. "One threes are three" she repeated with the voice this time, a proud smile on her face as if she had won a prize. She wondered what it meant though, if only she could enter the plush … Continue reading One twos are two – a short story.
There are days when everything you plan goes perfectly the way you wanted it to be. Then there are those days when all the planning goes out of the window and you have to deal with the unexpected. Yesterday was one such a day.Our accidental long drive! Since the day I moved to U.A.E. , … Continue reading The Accidental long drive – Fujairah grand mosque.
My dear princess, It's been a while since I wrote to you last, today I thought it to be a good time for it. You are 10 months old already, time flew fast dear and you are turning cuter day by day. Your father and I know that soon enough you'll grow into a beautiful … Continue reading Emails to my daughter – on a women’s day!
The golden gramophone was looking shinier in the light of that old kerosene lamp seated patiently beside it. I couldn't help but gaze at it in wonder, memories of my childhood came rushing back at me. The old house near a big oak tree in my village always looked mysteriously majestic to me. It was summer … Continue reading The Gramophone – A short memoir.
I am sure a lot of us might have our favourite once-upon-a-time stories. These were our bedtime delights. Fables which were passed on to us by our elders, in those tender impressionable years of our lives. One such story I still remember, my grandma used to tell me. Every night just after the lights were … Continue reading Once upon a time…