I hear the bus before I see it. My pace picks up speed. I meet neighbors on the way to
She is staring out the window, a stuffed bear under her elbow, a piece of paper with the drawing of
The water swirls around my feet, pulsing from the jets in the tub. The chair I am on pounds in
In the midst of stir-frying a melange of vegetables for my children’s’ lunchbox, I reach out for my phone. I
I circle the school parking lot a couple of times before resigning and finding a spot in the grass farthest
The lights are on at the breakfast table and the dining table. I walk, swinging my arms, hoping my iWatch
I feel the familiar band of stress tighten around my head. My ears are taut. I feel like a loaded
I woke to the sounds of Laddu crying at 4:30 AM. Bringing her back to bed with me, we snuggled
A couple of days have gone past since we have come home. A few suitcases still lie at the corner
The alarm sounds insistently on my phone indicating it is time for the kids to start walking to their bus
“What is the book about?” “How many characters are there?” “What are their names?” “Where is the book set?” “What
I remember the first piece I wrote that resonated with readers way back in 2000 about ‘ponnu parkal’ aka arranged
On why we tend to seek people who are like us.
There is more to school than just studies.
The bus leaves, wisps of steam in its wake. I stand by the curb, baby on my hip, one arm
I woke to the shrill sound of the alarm going off at 5:00 AM. Saathi groaned and suggested snoozing another
I wave bye to my identically dressed daughters staring at the road long past the time it took for the
Sometime over the past few weeks I have started discovering the child in me. The one who laughs out loud.
This is more of a diary like entry for me so Kay and Cee can someday read back and know
Yesterday evening saw me back in a familiar tiered classroom seated in the last but one row wondering who would
Yesterday was the first day back in class. Well technically school started last week but the prof. was away on