Siblings, each with their own idea of what to do with the father's legacy are on bad terms with each other. It is at the funeral that they all stand together and cry.
Before my flight to Mumbai, I decide I needed to get my thoughts about going home in order
A year ago, I was in Mumbai working 9 hours a day and secretly trying to get my visa sanctioned. I had kept my Masters' plans secret from my colleagues. I would frequently call my brother whenever I needed some advice about my visa or about my job. No one really tells you how hard … Continue reading A year in AUT
(PS: that is not my home, it is my neighbors') To me, Diwali is the festival of food, particularly sweets. Families all over would create culinary masterpieces and the very air would be infused with myriad aromas. When Diwali is passes by my house would be filled with lots of food, boxes of sweets. The … Continue reading Diwali In Auckland
If we are having coffee, I would tell you that coffee shares are surprisingly simple and difficult at the same time. How much am I supposed to share? Am I just supposed to gloss over stuff, or dive into my feelings as I do in many of my posts. I would tell you that I … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Househunting again
It is not easy; I knew it the moment I landed here in Auckland tugging two suitcases trying to soak in the new country and at the same time worrying about the things that I need to do. I knew that if there is one thing that I am going to miss the most about … Continue reading Thank You Gmail
I just move to Auckland and the last couple of days have been emotional to say.
Today his trot was slower, clearly favoring his right leg. Head and tail drooped, he looked so old today. He was already past his energetic days, but today he looked frail
Mulund. Devi Dayal road. My father's home. We visited an aunt last Saturday. After a long time, we met her and I thoroughly enjoyed it. We got to know that the lane in which my father lived his childhood has changed, the buildings are replaced by residential towers, the road is bigger and slum dwellers … Continue reading Down Memory Lane
Many people catch my attention but only few of them truly captivate me. Today I met an extraordinary woman. She is my aunt's mother, easily older than 80 years. I don't know her name, her last name I learnt from the nameplate. I am clueless about her education, her marriage, her accomplishments or her regrets: … Continue reading Captivated
My dad sat with me the other night to have a very important talk. I expected the conversation to involve drinking or something related to it. Instead he shocked me by asking a question I was never ready for. I will probably be never be able to answer. Beta kya karna hai life me? ‘what … Continue reading What Do You Want to Do in Life?
(Four Stars Write a review of your life — or the life of someone close to you — as if it were a movie or a book.) While having lunch, someone posed the question 'Where would we be five ten years from now?' None of us could answer, but that got me thinking. If the … Continue reading To The People I Met in College
Ha! Ha! I kept laughing like an absolute lunatic on the phone. She kept shouting at me to stop laughing because it was something serious. Eventually she gave up and hung up the phone. This evening things went after a huge time better. I don't know what prompted it. Whether there was any prompt or … Continue reading Joy
They are a benedictions and yet most often a malediction. And expectation come hand in hand with them. If you have read my previous posts you will know that I absolutely abhor expectations. In fact I'm irreversibly marred by them. The tyranny of expectations breathe down the neck when holidays are descried in the horizon … Continue reading Holidays!!
Daily Prompt (Modern Families If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?) This is the kind of thing I hardly talk about, so this is difficult. My Grandfathers. From both my parent's side. I never met … Continue reading To the Men I Never Met