Never would I have known the power of language, had I not moved to Sweden. Sweden is one of the most picturesque countries in the […] Read More
Category: Reminiscences
We walk through winter mist and wet slippery streets of Wokingham this afternoon, V and I, chatting about cars, their makes and popularity, The topic […] Read More
Limp whilst I walk, tears whilst I sleep Swollen nerves, sore feet, Pain is ever so deep, Knees wobble, limbs are weak Tummy rumbles, signals […] Read More
Plush blue carpet, teak wood floor Clear glass windows, little white door Creamish peach couch, red cushions Tea, cakes and tinge of magical infusion Sunshine […] Read More
It was my friend’s baby shower. I wore a pale pink saree and light makeup. Reaching for the shoe rack, I started digging in the […] Read More
Indian weddings are a celebration. In most of the cases, this lifetime event is characterized by grandeur, pompousness, high decibel levels, extremely musical, peppy and […] Read More
Her heart is neither pure nor strong Her thoughts are neither right nor wrong She’s timid and scared, but survives Fragile lives.. She is old, weak […] Read More
When I first got to know that we have to move to Sweden as expats, I opened up the map to check the coordinates. It […] Read More
I have always been a “dreamy eyed, star gazing, lost in my own thoughts” sort of a woman. Often laughable, largely misunderstood, many a times […] Read More
As the monsoons pave way for the onset of winters, Ganga recedes to her territory, leaving behind mud laden streets, paint peeled temples and marshy […] Read More