"These highlights would look really pretty in your hair", he insisted. He probably didn't know she was a virgin. A hair colour virgin, that is. Over the years, these lovely locks had known a friendly pat, playful tugs and even passionate tussles. But they had to yet to even face a hair dryer, much less … Continue reading The deepest red
It was a strange friendship. They had nothing in common. But they were so close. She adored him. He worshipped her since the day he saw her. She made him laugh. He taught her to smile. She loved to hear him sing. He would spend hours listening to her chatter. He used to bake brownies … Continue reading Strange friendships -1
This question was the guiding principle of the Rajan family. All decisions, be it Appa buying a second hand car, Amma wearing nighties at home, or putting Kavita in veena classes, or letting Swati ride a Scooty to college, were made after putting it to the test of “what will people say?”. If the family … Continue reading What will people say?
“Mummy, mummy, story, please!” Little Ritika hovered around tugging at Indira’s sari. “Not now, dear, I have a lot work to do”, she bustled about the kitchen chopping, frying and stirring. Rishi had invited his friends for drinks. Again. He’d called her just as she was stepping out for her yoga class, and told her … Continue reading Tell me a story
My dear little girl, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Your father, well, he thinks the sun rises when you open your eyes, and the best music in the world is your laughter. As parents, we have many hopes, dreams and wishes for you. And we also have our secret … Continue reading To my little girl
As you might know, the stork visited me and Junior had popped out by the end of 2015. So 2016 was a year of learning and laughter, trials and triumphs, growth and goof-ups, you get the picture.. Here’s what I discovered on my journey of motherhood so far Everyone is winging it. Parenting is like … Continue reading 16 things I learned in ‘16
One fine day, not long ago, N and I joined a worldwide dastardly plot to harass poor patrons in restaurants and airports. As with all major changes in my life, I reacted with calmness and equanimity. Haha, just kidding. My mind went million miles an hour trying to process words like ‘pregnancy’, 'ultrasounds' ‘maternity’, ‘leaning … Continue reading 2 pink lines on a stick