Let them be. The purple colour hair-dye I never tried.The tattoo , I am wishing for since the big Four-Oh!The delish vegetables I forsake The

You are Durga; C’Mon, scream out your lungsDon’t you put on the Fairness Cream; you are Kali after all You are MahaGauri ; not just

You are Deepawali. You aren’t defined by the dripping faucet;the one you “wished repaired” by DeepawaliYou are the one who still ensures a dry floor.

Oh, Yes we are. Fat, Harried Mothers.Our Hips have lost track of your waistsWe have lost track of our husbands.But, we are determined –We believe,

“Just charge my phone, please.” I say to no one in particular, and yet it means to everyone within earshot. No one stirs. As if.

“Hey, listen, we never did a pre-wedding shoot.”“Okay.”“That’s not a good response.”“Well, I agree with you.”“That’s not good enough, but I will take it. I

The husband quite enjoys those quirky videos on travel and related tips and tricks. LikeHow to cook enjoy drumsticks cooked in six and half different

THOSE HANDS There is something about those hands. Delicate, intricately beautiful, simple. Her hands dazzle me. I find myself often staring at them, as she

The other day I told the hubby , “All I have is a hubby, no hobby. No free time to do something nice and new”“And

Open your big , fat mouthand then do chabbad-chabbad-chabbad (useless, senseless talk)Have some foot topped with sour grapesTill , from overeating, your stomach will ache

Holding onto another December in my mind And that same cheer, every December I try to find. Of this December  What will i finally remember? 9th December 2014 +++++++++++++++ the

Day -1 : Let me soak matki (moth beans) for misal pav. Pat on own back for remembering to soak in time , before retiring

  “It’s fall”, I said, more to myself, but loud enough for the hubby to hear, as I adjusted my saree pleats in the car.

“Can you please go to the store, while you are going out?”“Sure.”“Don’t buy eggs. I have got some. Then we simply end up stocking eggs.

Birthdays can be celebrated in so many ways. Cakes, candles, champagne. Milestone birthdays necessitate a milestone celebration – an overseas trip for the nearest, which can

Circa 2016 : My almost-there-4 year old , these days and Me. When she does not get her way, after the drama and the eloquence

My saree shows skinAmply, AbundantlyEven when I am on my thinnest-worstEven when I am on my thickest-best Shows my mid-riff and my stomachMy paunch ;

One Sunday afternoon, from the other room, I heard the kid and Sidharth Kuncalienker discuss.Kid with a gasp, “Pappa, just see this. Rs. 750/- for only 3

May the lilt in you be forever!and may it take you placesThat I have never even heard of ;In terms of contentment and pleasure. May

What to do with over-ripe bananas seems to be the over-arching definitive question? of my life.You can go ahead and even put it on my

small fishlittle fishteeny fisheeny-meeny fish lots-of-bones fishmost tasty fishmust have fishdoesn’t photograph well fishcannot Instagram fish can-get-stuck in throat fisheat strictly with hands fisheat even

Last evening, we went capturing God. Rather, the Goddess of our ancient and forgotten temple. Me, my husband and my friend, she who had the

Every moment, you dip into your little, inner reservoir of kindness/ strength/ rubbish/bravery/idiocy/anger/hope and utilize it to the fullest. Sometimes, as a band-aid for self

                                                                                                                   Listen to your body, they say. Like exactly which part of it? I wonder. Sure, I am 40+ (but how much plus, I ain’t

Candle-light vigilists, On-line revolutionaries, Facebook Badges – Our latest weapon to showcase solidarity We are so busy Saving the Tiger and The Girl Child and

I take a lot of selfies every day; most get deleted almost immediately, some I salivate for a few days and then dump , simply

And unto each house, hangs a tale , that makes it a home Some modern tales are full of microwave dinners And every tale (And

This is what I did most Sunday mornings, growing up in Vasco. Any sort of tonak (prefer chanyache , green peas) with lots (and i

Dear Ms. Kapoor,  If I may take a few liberties, I wish to call you Eden-searcher. And on that note, let me write a little

Faith. Deep, Unwavering. Uncomprising. Un-understandable.  Pass onto me all that you have – strong and concrete. All that is full of courage; open as well

It’s often said a happy mother creates a happy family. And many, many happy families will create a happy Nation. And guess what creates a

How glad am I? Now that they are selling sensitivity by the jar. And the customers are flocking from near and far I need to

They say , I am so much of a Drama Queen that even my silence has histrionics That my silent sobs make the loudest noises

I don’t drink I don’t smoke I don’t do the weed I have my own fix, I know how I get my kick Boy, oh,

Did you get up this morning On the wrong side of the bed? Or just plain grumpy or really sad? Are you feeling down and

Your definition of ‘all’ is very different from my definition of ‘all’. In my mind, you already have it all – the cushy corner job,

I put on my Dancing Shoes I am a princess, I am a princess,  You made me a princess, You did. Not my fault (that)

Me  : Kuku, do you think I should dye ? (my hair) Him: Ofcourse, the earlier , the better. Me : yup – even I

From now on, I will celebrate the person in me. Not the woman not the lady not the girl. After reading umpteen articles about women

I love being a working mom. I bet you did a re-read on reading this. So did I. The first time, the thought came to