Pootle list #28: 5 of 50 road trips in India If you want to experience some real cool vibes, party hard, eat great food from around the world, watch an evening sunset at the beach while lounging with a cold beer, and stroll in the urban localities steeped in history and charm, go to Goa. If you… Read More Exhale: Mangalore Road Trip
We met when I was a fetus, barely microscopic, My mom turning to you so she wouldn’t get sick. My precious, it is true, and as I grew You made up my bone, blood, and sinew. Other children wanted dolls and sweetmeats But it was only you that made my heart beat. My precious, it… Read More A Dear John Letter on Valentine’s
“In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.” Sir Terry Pratchett I am bloody furious, for a number of reasons. It is one of those days… Read More The opposite of “These are a few of my favorite things”
Pootle list #23 Eat the street food in Banaras My great grandfather’s grandfather – an imposing figure as evinced by his massive painted portrait (it covered an entire wall that I grew up in awe of, and it is of little wonder that I still believe that God, with a capital G, is mustachioed and… Read More Varanasi, the land of joy and death
My earliest memory of childhood tales, is of Chicken Little. An acorn falls on poor Chicken Little’s head which convinces her that the sky is falling. She runs around informing Henny Penny, Turkey Lurkey and their ilk who believing her, join her to spread the fear. Eventually, they all land up in Foxy Loxy’s den… Read More Chicken Little Gets Her Just Desserts
Yesterday, SG and I went to the movie theater to watch Dangal. Those of you who don’t know my husband and/or Bollywood may not immediately realize the significance of the statement. SG, the life partner who solemnly vowed to be with me through thick and thin, refuses to watch movies in the cinema theatre, citing… Read More Bungle, Bungle!
The sister, who has recently moved to New York City, messaged me this morning. We (nearly) share a birthday, but that and a love for Katie Atkinson are the only thing we seem to have in common. Ten years and a world of difference separates us. If we were reincarnated as bears, she would be… Read More A lunch box full of retail therapy