I come from the generation which has grown up without a phone in their homes. Consequently, I spent much of my teenage years hanging around in homes of friends, who had, you guessed it, a phone. The phone, as the … Continue reading
It is my mother’s birthday today. She starts on her 72nd year. She has the kind of spryness that puts me to shame. She lives alone. My father died when I was nine, and she brought me up singlehandedly. I … Continue reading
The wish list is getting longer, and longer, and longer, and I worry that when I get up in the morning I would trip over the long skein of what I absolutely must buy the moment I get the opportunity … Continue reading
Read this: http://in.news.yahoo.com/43/20100315/818/tnl-rs-5-crore-garland-for-mayawati.html The last time I got garlanded, I had to spend the next few hours in front of a blazing fire which chucked in dustmotes by the handful into my contact lensed eyes. When I rose, I was … Continue reading
The husband can be found at peak family bonding time over the weekend, sitting gape mouthed in front of the television managing to effectively tune out the incessant whining of the spawn of his womb which is insisting that he … Continue reading
The miniscule winter Mumbai had is officially over. I made note of this in my mental diary as I stood outside the school gates at 2.30 pm, watching my body dissolve into great streams of sweat and pour itself down … Continue reading
Six of us. Friends. Who also happen to live in the same complex. A completely motley bunch of women, each totally different from the other. One a SAHM, who also designs ethnic wear and has her own label. Another, a … Continue reading
