Uncategorized

“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, please just put my phone on the charger.” I indicate to my husband, breaking down the process, lest he think that charging wife’s phone is rocket-science. “I don’t know […]

“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 really feel nostalgic that we didn’t do a pre-wedding shoot.”“You are feeling nostalgic for something you didn’t do? I don’t think that is technically allowed.”“Well, the word may be wrong,

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 ways while in Kalingeshwar? Duh! Who knew?How to drink water on a holiday? Duh! Who knew?“This gentleman who is on a quest to visit all active volcanoes.” I think his

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 goes about doing her work. As she types furiously, her fingers flying, trying to catch the speed of her thoughts, I stare. In silence. Frozen in time. Her hands are

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 what would you do in said free time?”“I will do something. Anything. See everyone is doing something.” I didn’t even wait to see whether he sighed or did what he

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 Explain ad nauseam, ad infinitumWhy what you said is what your never meant.Eat some crow, and then some humble pieFor gibberish eaters , the limit’s beyond the sky. Just one

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 first of many todays i store in my heart. that story , in which we all shall play our part. Isn’t it but , of course, that the story starts

Day -1 : Let me soak matki (moth beans) for misal pav. Pat on own back for remembering to soak in time , before retiring for bed. Let me soak a good quantity ; we all love ourselves some good spicy misal pav with farsan and raw onion. Day 1: They have swollen up so well.

  “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. We were going to our temple this Sunday. I wanted him to take a few photos of mine and hence, was slowly prepping him for the inevitable.“That’s wrong”, he said.“Why?

“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. Eggs should be had fresh.”“Don’t get any milk. Or curds. Or buttermilk. We have in the fridge. And don’t get ice-cream. Enough for atleast two more servings. ““And get some