Goodbyes and Why I Hate Them.

I hate goodbyes, I hate them with a vengance. They make me sick like nothing else does -- not even lizards and cockroaches. They make me helpless. Of course it doesn't mean anything. I have still had to say thousands of goodbyes in my comparatively small life. I have had to move away from people …

Of Cheese, Childhood, and Sandwiches

As middle class children growing up in small town India, we had limited access to cheese. In the initial years I hadn't even known about the existence of some rancid stuff that people would die for, later it made special appearances in form of paneer (called cottage cheese by the erudite), and amul's processed cheese …

Holding on or Letting Go — The toughest decision there is.

I am quite indifferent when it comes to technology. I do not care what brand of TV we have at home, or if we possess the best quality Home Theater System or not (although, apparently, we are quite close, or so husband says). That is also why I have always had the cheapest cell phones, …

If you do not mourn

They say you die everyday, if yo do not mourn those who have gone away That with every one who leaves you, a part of you is also gone, That you lend some of your soul to the dead if you do not mourn; They say you begin to lose your hopes, happiness and joy …

What is my worth?

What is my worth and how do I calculate it? My bank account says I have a couple of hundred thousands – is that my worth?My salary statement says I make a fraction of what I used to years ago – is that my worth? The husband says he cannot do without me. The girls …

Tis’ the season.. Missing The Good Old Greeting Card..

December means different things to different people. For some, it is the time to celebrate the year gone by and look forward to a new beginning. For others, it is the time to introspect, to look back with fondness — or regret — to long for the time lost. And to some, like me, it …

A Marriage and a Fast

I was not always a food writer, there was a time, nit very long ago, when I wrote about things close to my heart. I have talked about broken marriages, unfulfilled love, sex and even justified adultery. In a nutshell I have sinned. So even as my stomach growls and my wrists are ready to …

#metoo, even though I wish I could say #notme

#Metoo So what if not in workplace. Every woman I know has a #metoo. It ought to stop. Now.

That Girl In Muddy Boots

I have been thinking long and hard. I have read through every #metoo post that has appeared on my timeline in the last few days. I have felt the pain in each of them, I have understood the anger behind every story, and, needless to say, I see myself or someone I know in all of them. Even though I always knew molestation, harassment, and sexual abuse is rampant, these stories have filled me with a deep sense of helplessness. Or should I say fatigue?

Fatigue of fighting all the time. Fatigue of watching my back every second of the day. Fatigue of looking at every man with suspicion. Fatigue of checking on the eye and hand movements of every friend and relative who is close to me, my sister, my daughter, my niece, my friend, my cousin…

I was never taught to stay quiet about the wrong that was…

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