Step 1: Set alarm for 5:30 AM because husband needs a human alarm clock to wake him up for his super-early work meeting. Step 2: Binge Read till 2 AM in the morning because of 3,304 upsetting things in life and general anxiety disorder. Step 3: Wake husband up at 5:30 AM and go back… Read More How to Make Baingan Ka Bartha or Roasted Eggplant-Indian-Style in 20 Easy Steps
If you are Indian, there is a 99.9999% probability that you have seen the wedding pictures of Virat (the captain of our cricket team) and Anushka (a famous Bollywood actor). Our country has two obsessions – cricket and OTT musicals. Add to this, a really inspired wedding trousseau designer, an exotic wedding destination, and the… Read More #toocool for #socialmedia
I have been deeply puzzled by what keeps my women-friends so very busy all the time. Irrespective of whether it’s a Wednesday afternoon, a Friday morning, or a Sunday evening, IF she is a mom, she doesn’t have time to go for a movie, have that drink or catch up for coffee. Having a rather… Read More What drives Mother?
A unique feature of being self-employed is periodically feeling poor as the proverbial church-mouse. It’s a bit bleak. The expenses seem to add up (the mouse wants feta cheese to add to her salads) and the bank account seems unable to withstand any onslaughts (dairy related or otherwise). So, at such moments, I look at… Read More The Provident PF
Last month, I organized an epic trip for my family (the husband – SG, my mom, my cousin sister- Stu and her dad/my uncle – who I call chacha) through South West USA. I was responsible for planning and organizing, making reservations, time-keeping, and making sure that all us vegetarian people ate their vegetables. The… Read More Notes to myself: My struggles to become a tour guide
In a few short years, we have ruined the beautiful city of Bangalore. Trees have given way to tech parks and we have dumped debris and toxic waste into our lakes. The city though is only a microcosm of what is happening to the world. Pretending that global warming is a hoax, is like the Titanic… Read More The seven-year decision
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