Monthly Archives: May 2009

…which makes me feel a little sad, because I did not want a blog to shut down. All it would have taken was an acknowledgement and a due line of credit for the said post. But, I guess, having accepted … Continue reading →

Right here: http://2writeornot2write.wordpress.com/2009/05/14/for-my-darling/ And this is the original post: http://thirtysixandcounting.wordpress.com/2009/05/12/to-my-dear-husband/   Do not miss the gracious acceptance of compliments for the wonderful writing and the maudlin moaning about how she’s going through bad times. For flicking my post I hope … Continue reading →

…with these… Paired with black trews and a white shirt. Or black trews and a black turtleneck. (Yes, yes, this is Mumbai of the 38 degrees Celsius and 80 per cent humidity but when has this stopped me!) or White linen … Continue reading →

… in the true sense of the term until you have bought furniture together. So the sofa we had bought in haste one and a half years ago, when we moved into the new house has already been showing desperate … Continue reading →

Only fair to get the warning up front, isnt it? Like when folks make these incredible sad romantic type movies where the two lovers part and never meet again for the rest of their lives, and keep pining and pining, … Continue reading →

Yup. Ro. You know the rosiness of my cheeks has been steadily been dimmed over the past few months, so you go and do exactly what a good friend would do to put the sunshine back into this dull, jowls … Continue reading →

Your hands shake a bit, but they are as steady as a rock when they smooth my hair down as I sleep. Your voice is thinner now, but the most soothing sound I could ever hear. Your eyes are rheumy … Continue reading →

And so I wore a nice tie front soft green top with paisley print chiffon sleeves and some chiffony bits flowing around the front. And all I could think of when I saw myself in a reflected shop window was … Continue reading →

I wish I could get a magic eraser and rub the wrinkles from your forehead and the perma frown lines between your brows. I wish I could put your head on my shoulder and let you break down for a … Continue reading →

The spouse left for Nasik at the crack of dawn this morning. He was kind enough to ensure water didnt splash on bathroom tiles during quick shower at all on pain of having his ears chewed off by rabid woman … Continue reading →