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
Growing up with tales of the grandeur of Golden Temple, the culinary delights the city boasts of, the goose-bumps people experience at Wagah border, it was a no brainer that I would put Amritsar on my pootle list. The years passed and Facebook feed after feed filled with me envy and a deep desire to… Read More Eat, Pray, Love – The Amritsar Edition
Pootle List # 14: Go whitewater rafting My most recent birthday (two weeks ago) was a milestone one, not one of the big 0s or even a 5. One of those middle of middle aged birthdays, it would have pretty much have passed marked only by the usual cake, flowers and pretending that THIS is… Read More A Birthday in Bali
Pootle list #28: 4 of 50 road-trips in India In July of this year, dusty and jaded, I went to my doctor, complaining of soul tiredness. She listened, with the right reverence, to my listless heartbeat, and intently peered at me over her bifocals. Drawing out her prescription pad, she wrote in beautiful calligraphy: Physically… Read More Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it
What do you do when You read Nora Roberts and want to take a porktey to county Clare The female protagonist bakes up a Dundee Cake for tea and stop everything to read up all about it. You desperately want to bake this Scottish Christmas favourite, but have none of ingredients- whiskey, ground almonds, all-purpose… Read More Wholewheat Dundee Cake – my ode to Ireland