COVID-19 Diaries: Reminiscences

Jackfruit. The item remained on our shared grocery list for weeks. Each grocery trip, my finger would hover over it, tempted to strike it off knowing how rare it is to find it locally. Yet, it would stay, a reminder of how random cravings for things from my past can take hold and not let … Continue reading COVID-19 Diaries: Reminiscences

The Dada Cup

It is not yet 6:00 am. I unload the dishwasher. I like the quiet this time of the day. I go about my work methodical, intentional. The last items to come out of the dishwasher are the coffee mugs. Even as I pull them out, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and look up … Continue reading The Dada Cup

Diwali: Past And Present

The email from HR arrived suddenly, unexpected in its subject line. “Diwali,” it said. The body was sparse, requesting any of us who had the time to stop by HR for a quick chat. New to the company (relatively) and therefore without deadlines hounding me, I took the stairs to the third floor and found … Continue reading Diwali: Past And Present

Oh, The Memories!

I stood by the kitchen island watching the refrigeration technician take our freezer apart. The door, the motor, the fan, the printed circuit board off the back of the fridge, they all lay on the floor. He worked quietly humming to himself. With his permission, I took the PCB in my hands and looked at … Continue reading Oh, The Memories!

The Little Things That Say Home

It is not yet 6:00 AM. I have been up for about an hour, throwing open windows and tying back curtains. There is no breeze yet but the humidity inside the house lets up. Amma turns on the TV and sets the volume on high. I wince but carry on realizing that it is impossible … Continue reading The Little Things That Say Home

Happiness in a cup

I walk down the stairs my head throbbing from too little sleep. The smell of coffee wafts my way and I cheer up. Even as I warm the milk for my coffee, I notice Amma fixing Saathi's lunch. I am tempted to envelop her in a hug. The moment passes and I sit at the … Continue reading Happiness in a cup

On a day like today

On a day like today, few years back, I scanned through my emails making notes, preparing to-do lists and scanning the web for information. We had just gotten word that we were soon to be parents of twins. Just like that in a few days we would go from a couple to a couple with … Continue reading On a day like today

Escapism

Escapism It started innocuously enough. Intrigued by UL's post on her blog, I clicked the link to the first episode of Iss Pyar Ko Kya Naam Doon. One click lead to another and before I knew it was 3:00 AM in the morning. The pattern repeated itself for about a month when I got caught … Continue reading Escapism

Reflections on reading

"I haven't read a book in ages.." I remarked rather wistfully to a friend on the phone one day in the recent past. The conversation then veered onto books and off tangentially to culture and such. Climbing the stairs to my bedroom, my eyes were glued in the dim light to an interesting post on … Continue reading Reflections on reading

Hair today gone tomorrow

In the few hours before bed when it is my habit to aimlessly browse the internet, I was lurking on trans-racial adoption boards to gain insight on how to care for hair unlike my own. Thread after thread dealt with braiding and hair care products for African hair. Fascinated, I read until I was too … Continue reading Hair today gone tomorrow

Of wire baskets and steel boxes

Drawing up a list of stuff to get before Kay and Cee start 'school' over the next couple of weeks, I stopped when I got to the lunch supplies. Bag? Check. Box? Boxes?? I went off on a tangent looking at Target and Wal-Mart online to see what was available. Browsing through pages of Dora … Continue reading Of wire baskets and steel boxes

Sachets of memories

Reaching a good half hour before my class started one week this month, I decided to actually open and read the chapter to be discussed that day. It dealt with marketing strategies for international locations and why some work and some do not. I was engrossed in the lesson when I spied an example that … Continue reading Sachets of memories

But I go on for ever

What is your favorite poem? (And if you don't have one, why?) I love 'The Brook' by Alfred Tennyson. I remember reading this as a child and imagining a merry brook bubbling and flowing. As I grew older, the brook came to represent a good many things. Sometimes it philosophized to me. Sometimes it conjured … Continue reading But I go on for ever

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

News Anchor. Growing up I devoured books. I loved to read. Anything. Could be a novel or the newspaper or the paper packet in which parcel idlis came in. Words fascinated me. Still does though not the way it used to. The side effect of reading so much was that I had an intuitive feel … Continue reading When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Ahh! those days!

Driving back from class late last night, I cursed the chilly temperatures as the windshield fogged up and I had the defogger blasting ice cold air at me. Settling back on the seat on the rather short ride home, my mind went back to class. The Prof. a rather well looking gentleman from Israel had … Continue reading Ahh! those days!

Following in the footsteps of Mom

Sliding the glass doors of the showcase that houses the various knick knacks my siblings and I accumulated over the past couple of decades in our home in Madras, I paused. Littered through the glass plates that served as holders, there were a multitude of ceramic figurines. A pair of wolves, a dog, a fish, … Continue reading Following in the footsteps of Mom

I remember you today Appa

Done talking with my FIL, K turned on the TV. In over one hour of programming we were exposed to a slew of ads for Father's day. My mind travelled years back in time. With no special day to remember dads or make them feel special. I hope you knew you were always special. You … Continue reading I remember you today Appa

Merging into sameness

Filling water in my flask in the office kitchen, I shared stories from yesterday evening with my colleague. As I walked back to my desk I was aware of how snug my jeans felt. Leaning back in my chair, ready to face the day, I was suddenly reminded of Friday evening. K and I spent … Continue reading Merging into sameness

The halcyon days of youth

This Sunday as Amma slept exhausted by the kitchen adventures, K and I settled in for a spot of movie watching. Having read Nita's review on Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na a long while back, the movie was on my list to see some day. As the movie started cliched and all, somewhere in the … Continue reading The halcyon days of youth

Lost in the mail

Dear Gulgul, Waking up this morning, I was reminded of a day 6 years ago when the snow was falling gently and beautifully. Your mom was in the hospital eagerly waiting for your arrival. K took your anxious grand mom to the hospital to wait with your mom and dad. Late that night we drove … Continue reading Lost in the mail

Bashful? You bet not!

I am a sucker for any kind of personal posts. So, when rads has this tag up on her blog, I knew I would be doing that too. The tag is to post a picture from your wedding album and write about it. Considering I love looking at my wedding pictures once in a while … Continue reading Bashful? You bet not!